Don't worry about me. I'm fine, trust me. Really...trust me. I always said those words, but are they true. 99 of the time I am lying. 1 of the time, I am just barely the point of happiness. Sometimes, I look at the world and wonder...Why people say we are all the same on the inside, but on the outside we are not. I think that is not true, we are not the same...we will never be!

When I fall asleep or lay down, I wish that I would fall into an endless dream, never waking up. Of course, when will that happen? Yet, I can dream...can't I?

Dreams is what keeps me going. Without dreams, I don't know how I would survive. If there were no dreams, I wouldn't be living. I would probably killed myself a long time ago. However, not all dreams are good. I believe they are called nightmares. They haunt down perfectly good dreams and bend it so we wake up screaming. Many times have I had those, but most of the time, it was the same ones over and over again.

This morning, I woke up screaming. A nightmare that haunted me many times. It was oh-so clear. And yet, it made no sense to me!

I was confused when I woke up because I forgot where I was for a moment. It always happens when I have a nightmare. I looked at my clock and saw that it was about time to wake up anyways. I breathed in deeply and let it out. It was only a dream. We tell ourselves that, but is it really only a dream?

I got out of my queen size bed and dragged my body to the dresser. It was still dark, but my eyes were used to it or should I say my eye was used to it. I was blind in one eye, nothing that bad, I don't even remember how it happened. I forgot. Some memories are meant to be forgotten while others are not. So I had two different eye colors. My blind one is a pale grey-blue. The one I can see in is black with red speckles in them if one looks close enough. I always liked my eyes, blind or not. The strange thing is, I cover my good eye. I can still see, in my own way.

I pulled out a black mini skirt that had grey, purple, and blue plaid lines. I got out my plain grey leggings and then I rumaged through my shirt drawer. It was disorganized and messy. Shirts were not folded, but tossed this way and that. I started to throw some out until I came to a dark purple shirt with a design on it and a long black sleeve shirt. I layed them on top of each other and grabbed my purple and black short sleeve hoodie. I grabbed everything I needed and then started towards the connected bathroom to take a shower.

The water felt warm and made me sleepy. I yawned as I turned off the water, dried myself, and put on my clothes. My short dark dark purple hair was like a guys. I had bangs that covered most of my eyes, but was longer at my good eye. After wipping my hair with my towel viciously it became shaggy.

But that is where blow-dyers come in handy. It took me ten minutes in total after the shower to get ready and slide down the railing of the stairs at home. I walked into the kitchen where I found the cook making me a first day of school breakfast. I smiled sweetly at her and started to eat my chocolate chip pancakes with various fruits on the side and chocolate milk. YUM!

In the middle of my eating, my parents came in. They were dressed in fancy, designer clothing. I looked at their clothes with distaste and well they looked at me and had that face, 'why do you where that?'.

"Excited for your first day of school?" my mom asked.

"No." I replied glumly.

"Oh, come on. It'll be fun and you'll make a lot of friends and have fun! I heard Destiny Middle School is a great school." my dad added.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." I said. I wasn't convinced. Every school I went to was suppose to be 'good' or 'great' for my future, but so far of the 7 schools I went to, none of them I really liked. What would make this school any different. Eighth grade was going to suck! It was the last year and I just couldn't stay at my old school where I at least had some friends!

My parents job made it so we moved a lot. By next year, we'd probably be moving again.

The clock read 7:13. I jumped up saying I was going to be late. It took 15 minutes to school by car and then and I had only ten minutes before school started.

"Have fun, sweetie! We'll probably be home when you get here!" my mom called out.

I polietly waved back and rolled my eyes as I got into the silver Lexis. 15 minutes later I was in front of the school. I said goodbye to the driver, took a deep breathe, and got ready for school. It was November, a bit late to join school, but it's not my fault. I didn't really care. I found the office pretty easily to I could get my schedule and such.

"I'm new, here." I tried to make my voice sound louder.

"Oh, what is your name?" asked the receptionist.

"Yamaka Arisu." I replied.

"Okay...one moment please." The lady printed out a schedule for me and a map of the school. It was pretty big. "Here is your locker combination and number. Don't show that to anyone."

I thanked her and walked out. I had five minutes to find my first class. I shifted my backpack and walked off. I looked at the map to try to help me, but I wasn't very good with nevigation. I growled in fustration and wandered aimlessly into the building I thought to hold my first period class which was science. The teacher was at his desk and I went up to him with my schedule.

"A new student. You may sit next to Namine. She is the girl in the white dress and blonde hair." the teacher, Mr. Vexen pointed. I nodded in thanks and went over to where I was suppose to sit. Being middle school, teachers, thankfully, do not introduce you to the class. However, that doesn't stop kids of wondering who you are.