A Dream...

             I am a simple high school student who had a dream... I wrote that line as I started my book, and it stuck. I wrote about a dream I had about a middle school boy. A simple boy. I kept writing, I wrote:
  
            I dreamt of going to my future college for a volleyball summer camp, I love volleyball, then after the camp I went to my high school for a football and cheerleader party. I am also a cheerleader. My parents pulled up to the curb to drop me off, I saw him. My mom even pointed him out. His smile grew very wide as he got out of the passenger seat and grabbed paintings and came over to me. We walked to this art storage, for art students, and he showed me a few of his paintings. He then asked which one was my favorite. I chose the pink duo sunsets. He agreed and we started walking back to the party and he put his arm around me.

          I liked him then and I like him now, that dream made it clear to me. But in the middle of the school year he left to be home schooled once again, he had personal reasons. Then a few months later I swore I saw him in a store, it looked like him with a tad bit longer hair and a more lax outfit. But he had on the same boots this boy always wore. A signature of his. He was practically a fictional perfect boy. He had the same religious standards and he was passionate about his faith. Plus, he political views were the same and he was very passionate about that too. He was sweet and kind and a caring genuine person. He was always honest no matter what the subject and he told you what he thought when he thought it. He was shy with a hint of outgoing. But now I do not know where he goes to school, if he's not being home schooled, or what he's been up to. Either way I hope we meet again in the future...

~A Dream

By: Cady