We were getting on the bus. I glanced over at my little brother, Tommy, and see that he is doing something naughty. I say to him, "Tommy, knock it off! You're going to get kicked off the bus." But he doesn't care. I get up and head up to the front, to inform the bus driver. I look into the seat, and there was no driver. " I'm dead, aren't I?" I said to myself. I Try to knock out one of the windows, but it won't move. "Kick the glass" A beautiful voice said. I turned around to find the voice, and there she was. I follow her instructions, and kick the glass out with a move that my body had never done before. I realize, that I am on the side of a cliff. I start screaming, and there she is. That girl from the bus. She reaches out to me, offering her hand to me. I reject it though, even though I so badly wanted to take it. "I love you, Sarah." I say. Then, I let go. I plummeting down, and I knew this was the end for me. I looked down, and where there should have been water, there was a field of flowers, and Sarah was standing at the bottom, arms ready to catch me. Just before I would have landed in her arms, I woke up. I reached over to hug Sarah, only to find that she wasn't there.

Shocked, I woke up. "Man, that was a weird dream. I don't even know a Sarah. Weird." I thought to myself, as I got out of bed, and putting some pants on. I went downstairs, and I grabbed my brother's pop tart. "HEY! That's mine!" Tommy cried, starting to whine. "Justin, give your brother his pop tart back. Now." Said my mom, looking at me with a stern look. Normally this would scare other kids if their mom wore this look when they did something to get their siblings all worked up. Didn't scare me, though, because my mom was one of those mother's who only loved your brother, but not you. So I was used to this look by now. "Whatev. Here, Squirt." I said to my brother, handing him the pop tart. "Hey, i'm going over to Rach's before school." I said as I walked out the door, into the morning. Rachel. A wonderful friend, but she could be so annoying. She had a crush on me, and she would follow me around. I usually never go over to her house, but this was important.

I got up to her door, and rang the bell. "Oh, Hey Justin. Whats up?" Rachel asked, once she had the door open. "Well, I have a questioned. She gasped, and then very quickly, she said, "Yes?" I could already see what question she thought I was going to ask her. "Do you know a Sarah?" I asked, acting as if the little gasp that came out of her mouth never happened. "Well, yeah! She is like my best bud. We had a sleep over last night, and oh my god. It was so much fun. We painted each other's nails, and then we gossiped about all the teachers at the high school. Why do you ask?" She asked, eying me suspiciously. "Just wondering." I murmured. "Okay, well, I'll see you at the school, then. I have to meet Taylor at the bus stop, or he'll be mad that I stood him up." I said, trying to find an excuse to get out of her sight. "Oh. Okay. Bye, Justin." she said.