Opening the garage door, I walk down the driveway, dragging my scooter along with me. I step onto the street, the nearly empty street except for a few parked cars of the ones who live here, and I walk all the way down to the dead end, which is just up a very, very small hill.

As soon as I get to the end, I stop and turn around, preparing to walk back. This time I stand my scooter upright on the left side of me, rolling along with me and giving me something to support myself with.

I bend my knees just slightly and start to pick up speed, and within a few seconds I'm running as fast as I can go. I jump my left foot up onto my scooter, give myself a few bursts of speed with my right foot before placing it behind my left, and it seems like I'm flying down the street.

My hair is flying out behind me, even those loose strands that always manage to escape from whatever style I put my hair in. Those loose strands that always get in my face are no longer there; they're no longer a hindrance, just like all the other things in my life.

Soon I'm going at full speed, and my eyes close. In that moment, all the bindings that were keeping me down are gone, just like those loose strands. I feel free. Free from home. Free from all the tragedies and afflictions of the world. Free from school. Free from my life, where I never get anything that I want, where everything always goes wrong… for me.

Now I'm in my own little world, where everything is perfect. I'm flying over it all, watching my own little fairy tale story unravel. I'm in my world, where nothing can go wrong. I'm in my world, where I can have whatever I want. I'm in my world, where I can find the love that I always dreamed of having.

Too soon, all too soon, my scooter begins to slow down due to coming to the end of that small hill that was keeping me going. I open my eyes and put my right foot back on the ground just as the scooter stops, and in an instant my freedom ends. I'm back in the real world, and not my little fantasy.

I sigh, and my eyes begin to water. I quickly wipe the tears away before they fall. I will be strong. I can survive this. I just have to.

I slowly turn around and begin my walk back to my house. It's time for me to return to the real world.

As I walk back, I notice that there is a white dandelion growing in a yard that no longer belongs to anyone. I never believed that blowing all the fluff off and making a wish would actually work, but….

I walked over and pulled it from its place, leaving its roots in the ground. A small wave of guilt rushed over me, I had just killed an innocent being. All it was doing was sitting there, trying to grow! Trying to be happy!

But I quickly brushed away the guilt just like I had learned to do. Guilt was not going to help me right now. Guilt never helped me.

I held the dandelion up in front of my face, and I closed my eyes. A simple wish came to me, the only one it seemed would be right for this situation.

I wish that my fantasy would come true.

I blew on the dandelion, blowing of every last bit of fluff. A gust of wind came along, blowing it all in different directions. I stared after it for a while, before turning and walking back to the house.

As I laid my scooter down in the garage, I draped the stem of the dandelion over the handlebars. My heart felt a little lighter than usual, and maybe, just maybe, something would go right.

Or at least that was what I wished.

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Look, I'm sorry I've been slacking from writing my fics, but I just don't have the time anymore. This is just to relieve stress.