The Dream

      Once upon a time I was staring at my bed.  Most people when they would be staring at their bed they would be thinking of sleep which I was very exhausted or they would be thinking of sex, but I wasn’t thinking of either one of them.  I needed a dress for prom and I had a choice of a long white dress, a short pink dress, a short red dress, or a long yellow dress.  All four of them were lying on my bed.  The long yellow dress reminded me of my personality and how I was so unique.  The short red dress reminded me of the word slut.  The short pink dress made me feel like a unique slut.  The long white dress gave me thoughts of weddings and vows that bound me to one person.  Then that reminded me of who asked me to the prom and seeing his face helped me choose the long white dress.  His blonde hair and blue eyes made me want to hold him.  His thick eyebrows, small smile, and dimples made me want to kiss him.  Michael Bettany.

      I stayed up all night the night before or you could say I pulled an all-nighter so that I could have everything perfect.  I looked at my dress in the mirror and I thought I looked beautiful.  I sat on my bed in my dress and I lay down for two seconds . . .

      The next thing I knew when I opened my eyes again I was sitting in my white dress at prom with Casey, Laura, Daniel, Emma, and Ron.  Was I dreaming because all the girls were wearing long white dresses?  This couldn’t be more humiliating.  I sat there in my heels waiting for Michael to come back with drinks and it was so quiet until a tall red head named Timothy French who looked like he had a stick up his ass came up to me.

“Would you like to dance?” he asked me offering his hand.

“No.  Did you not clearly see me come in with someone?  I’m sorry, but my date has just gone to get us drinks,” I said, but he grabbed my hand anyway.

“I insist that you dance with me,” he said and he pulled me out on the dance floor.

“She did say no,” Daniel said grabbing his arm.

“Yes.  Yes she did,” said Casey grabbing his other arm.

“My mistake,” he said letting me go and disappearing into the crowd.

“Thanks guys,” I said and they all nodded.

“What was that all about?” Emma asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Maybe I was his dream date, I don’t know,” I said and my answer was drowned out by screams because all the girls and guys that were part of the prom court were running for their lives from some unknown source on the top of the stairs.  The six of us went up the stairs holding each other’s hand to see what the trouble was.  I know most people would run away from the situation like the prom court and the rest of the school was doing, but we were curious and sometimes we like to be the heroes.  We stopped in front of a mirror image of ourselves.  It wasn’t the library or the two hallways leading to English classes on either side.  It was just a mirror.  Why were people running away from it?  Were they scared of their own images?  We walked up to it slowly and extended a hand letting go of each other.  Once we touched the mirror standing side by side I felt like I was falling and spinning.  I fearfully closed my eyes.

      I’m afraid of heights!

      I’m afraid of spinning till I throw up!

      When I felt ground underneath my feet again, I opened my eyes.  I looked around me and I saw that I was in the high school gymnasium.  My eyes trailed down to look at my clothes and I was wearing a loose red shirt with a gosling on it and red gym shorts.  I was still wearing my heels, but they were my red pair rather than my white pair.  Emma was standing beside me with her red heels and red gym clothes on.  All the other students were doing pushups with Mr. Meracle watching them.

“What’s going on Kim?” Emma asked exactly what I was thinking.  Once she finished her sentence Mr. Meracle looked at us with blue eyes and thick eyebrows.

“Will you gals join your classmates,” he said and he didn’t sound like Mr. Meracle at all.  Emma started walking towards the other students and I just stood there.  This was just a dream.  This was just a dream.

“Kim?  Aren’t you coming?” Emma asked looking at me in the middle of my thoughts.  Mr. Meracle sounded like . . . but it couldn’t be him.  I looked at Mr. Meracle and he was smiling with his small smile with dimples.  I turned to Emma, but she was already with the rest of the students.  I wasn’t ready. 

      Once I saw the gym doors, I ran that way, but when I walked through those doors I did not end up in the high school commons like I thought I would.  I was at the edge of the Riverside Middle school pool and I was wearing a yellow swimsuit and my pink heels, still.  Ron was beside me.

“Why are we here?”  Ron asked what I was thinking.  All the other students were already in the pool and from across the pool I was looking into the blue eyes of my ex-boyfriend Nate Boyd.  He smiled a small smile with dimples.  Not again.  Why did he choose that guy?  I need to pinch myself and wake up, but when I did nothing happened.

“Cannon ball!” hollered Nate and before I saw him make it into the pool I turned around and ran into the locker room, but I once again ended up somewhere different.  I was standing at the edge of the Rock River wearing a pink jogging outfit with my heels.  Daniel was beside me with a school uniform on from a British private school and we were both holding a magic wand.  Suddenly Daniel’s archenemy Tommy was flying up river towards us with no source of flying or wings to assist him.  We ran the opposite direction, but never took our eyes off of him.  We both threw spells and curses at him once he raised his wand.  I yelled a death curse and Tommy lay dead on the water face up.

“What have you done?  Why did you do that?  You didn’t need to kill him!” yelled Daniel coming at me.

“He was bound to kill us,” I said and I looked at Tommy’s face.  Blue eyes.  Thick eyebrows.  Small smile and dimples.  Blonde hair.  He was looking directly at me.  It couldn’t be him as the wrong person again, could it?  I was too far away from him to tell if it was actually Tommy or actually the man of my dreams.  I walked towards the water and I went to go touch him to make sure he was there.  I was afraid that I actually killed him.

“Michael?” I said as I touched his cold hand.

      All of a sudden he grabbed me and we sunk into the water changing the scene again and Michael still had a hold of me.  We were in a classroom full of students.  I pulled away from him.

“Why did you bring me here?” I asked looking into his blue eyes.

“Would you rather it is me?” Michael said, but it was no longer Michael.

“R-Richard?” I said to Richard Schnell.

“You don’t like Nate anymore, but there is always me,” Richard said and I shook my head.

“No.  I once liked you, but –

“Are you sure?” he said smiling and it made me blush.  I tried walking out of the class, but I walked into Mitch Williams.

“Do you love me?” he asked and I couldn’t look at him, so I tried to go around him, but Lyle Johnson trapped me.

“Do you still like me?” he asked and I finally saw the door, so I ran for it.

      Once I walked out into the hallway I could hear someone calling my name.

“Kim?” two voices called.  I wanted to go back to the ballroom with my long white dress and white heels, so I ran down the hall and kept running down endless hallways instead of a silver mirror with my reflection.  When I came to the end of one of the hallways I saw a bathroom.  I could still hear the voices so I ran into the bathroom and hid in a stall.  I sat on the back of the toilet with my heels on the bowl wearing a white outfit and heels.  This was so not my style.  I haven’t played hide and seek since elementary school and here I was hiding from my two best friends.  Suddenly I heard those two people come in.  I sat as silently as I could.

“Do you really think that she came in here?” one strong female voice asked the other.

“Unless she has the ability to disappear into thin air,” said the other female voice with a hint of an accent.

“I don’t see any feet in the stalls,” said the first female.

“Kim.  We know you’re in here.  There’s nowhere else to go.  Come with us,” said the second voice.  I was not going to give in to this madness.  I stayed quiet even though that may have been Casey and Laura outside my stall.

“Kim,” said Casey.  “Wake up.”

      Suddenly I felt like I was being shaken and the surrounding scene was shaking like an earthquake was going on until it went to blackness.  The first thing I felt was the softness of my bed and I jolted upright.

“Are you alright?” Michael asked sitting next to me on my bed.  I was wearing my long white dress and white heels.

      Just a dream.

      I sat there and looked Michael in the eyes.  He was himself.  Timothy was a horrible prom date.  There was no Nate in swimming class.  Tommy was an evil bastard from hell that I wish I never met.  Richard was just a bad memory in English class.  Mitch was no one to me.  Lyle was a stupid crush.  Michael was the best thing that ever happened to me.

“I just had a nightmare,” I said smiling.

“What about?” he asked concerned.

“It was nothing,” I said.

“You’ll tell me later.  You want to have a good time, so the limo is waiting outside,” he said and I jumped up like I was ready to go until I looked down at my dress and heels again.

“Let me change into a different dress first,” I said and ran into my closet.

“You look beautiful in what you’re wearing,” he said, but I ignored him.

      I was not wearing that long white dress to the prom.

The End