How do we know what true love is? Is it when you can't stop thinking about them? When you would take a bullet for them? Or is it when you dream about them every night before you even meet them?
Chapter 1
I woke up in extreme amazement at what had just taken place. His name was Mark and he was the one. But was he real? After the vividness of the dream I didn't see how he couldn't be. He was my true love and I might have just made him up in my head. I couldn't fathom that thought.
But I couldn't think about this now, I was already late waking up and I hadn't even started getting ready for school. Ugh. School. The one place in the world I couldn't be myself.
It all started in the eighth grade when I realized I wanted a social life. Big mistake. All this led to was me having to get up every morning, put on makeup I hate, try on 5 different outfits, and put a fake smile on my face just to please the rest of the world. I can't even tell who my real friends are anymore. Everyone blurs into everyone else because we are all exactly the same and try our hardest to stay that way.
I went downstairs after spending my routine hour getting ready, got my keys, and headed to school.
Once there I made a scary realization. I couldn't get the mystery guy from my dream out of my head. No matter how hard I tried to focus I just couldn't do it. What was I going to do?