I heard voices hollering from outside my window. Pale blue light illuminated the geometric shapes of my scale engine drawings pinned to my bedroom walls. I turned over to look at my pink fuzzy clock my dad had given me on my 5th birthday, he always liked to give me extra girly items despite my constant asking for pieces to complete my hand built internal combustion engine. The fuzzy monstrosity read 85:85. The voices grew louder but I couldn't make out what they were saying. I grabbed the clock to inspect the odd time closer, the red glow of the digital 85:85 hurt my eyes but it did not change the fact that this was not a time that my clock should be showing. I tapped the right side of the hairy beast and it crumpled into my hands, leaving nothing but the furry edging. I dropped the pieces onto my quilted bedspread. This felt strangely familiar. I flipped my bedspread back and slid out of bed. The cold of my wood floor pricked my feet as I stepped lightly to look out at the loudly growing voices. I hugged my arms into myself uncomfortable with the sight before me. The whole neighborhood was on my lawn. My neighborhood Mr. heckle and his wife Judy stared angrily up at me yelling at the top of their lungs. His grey hair coming off his head as he yelled with intensity. I still couldn't make out what they were saying, it sounded like they were underwater, but I didn't want to open my window to find out what they were saying. I already knew, it was my secret. Once the incident at school happened it was bound to get out to everyone. BANG BANG. Someone was knocking hard on the bedroom door, I turned my back on the crowd to the door in the corner of my room. The poster of the periodic table taped to the back of my door shook violently at the pounding. "Yeah?" I asked cautiously. "Sarah, get out here NOW." I heard my mother's voice yell at me from beyond my safe place. I knew this feeling. I felt it before. How did I get out of this? The voices outside grew louder. A rock hit my window with a loud thud frightening me to the floor. I grabbed my legs into myself and put my head on my knees, my long wavy chocolate brown hair draping my thighs. The pounding at my bedroom door started again, with more vigor as it sounded like my door was about to give in to the fight. The voices from behind me growling unintelligible shouts and screams. I started to cry in fear. What were they going to do to me? I didn't mean to do anything wrong? I can't help it! With one final bang my door came crashing down from it's hinges, my periodic table poster hitting the floor with a loud thud. I looked up to see my mom rushing toward me, her eyes black with anger and everyone from outside flooding into my room to surround me. "NO, PLEASE!" I screamed. They reached into grab me when I woke up, panting and in another bedroom in the present time. I grabbed for my phone on my shitty wooden bedside table. The white light glow of the screen nearly blinded me but I could make out that it was 4:12AM. The background of my phone, the first picture of the planet Pluto, mocked me with it's simple perfection and constant state of revolving on the same path. I wish I had a path I could see and know where I would be in a year's time. I put my phone back down on the pukey looking wood varnish and laid back in bed, covering my eyes with the palms of my hands. I groaned with frustration. That was the third night in a row I had this reoccurring nightmare. It always started and ended the same way. It wouldn't be so bad if I knew it was only a dream.