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I've Got Dreams To Remember
Trudging achingly slowly into her room, hunched over like the images of traditional beggar women she had seen in her History textbook Haley let out an exhausted sigh of relief and release as she finally dropped her backpack with a loud thud to the wooden floor.
"I need a chiropractor" she mumbled under her breath.
Her face scrunched together in a grimace aimed completely at the self-inflicted pain of rubbing her own neck. She felt as if she had whiplash.
Glaring at the overstuffed bag she had the uncontrollable urge to kick it but resisted, afraid that she would either damage herself or harm her beloved books. Neither was a particularly attractive offer.
In a stage past uncontrollable exhaustion she exclaimed, "why do the things we love always hurt us?"
A loud yawn escaped her mouth and for what felt like the millionth time that day she rubbed her eyes trying to battle away the irresistible urge to sleep.
"Oh!" she cried in annoyance, knowing that she was making herself agitated and moody. She had been jumpy all day even snapping at Lucas just because he asked if she was going to finish her cupcake. The same cupcake that she had fault with Taylor that morning to claim. The cupcake which had kept her going all day and then wasn't even as good as the thick pink frosting fooled her into believing. She was sure Taylor had meddled with it.
Looking from her bed to the bag filled with heavy books she sighed hating the thought of leaving her homework untouched but knowing that she could not resist the allure of sleep any longer.
It didn't matter that it was a Friday and she had the whole weekend to complete her workload, she had to do it now, AP Math was calling. Unfortunately for the book the bed sounded so much more appealing.
Hunched over again she took the two second walk to her bed, which suddenly seemed like an eternity.
No longer capable of fighting the unstoppable urge to sleep she moaned in pleasure, feeling the soft pillow touch her head as she promised herself, "ten minutes then homework" before letting her eyes flutter to a close.
The sleep which her body and mind craved quickly embraced her and a dream enveloped her into a world of Tree Hill that was so different yet so familiar.
A sleeping Haley smiled as a narrator, who sounded strangely like her best friend Lucas Scott took over her mind and a story began which she was somehow sure would shake away the boredom and routine of everyday life.
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