I opened my eyes and realized that I wasn't in my bed. Above me, I could see... a light. The light was so bright it almost blinded me. I knew there was something that was around me ... if only I could see it. If only this light wasn't infront of me. Actually, it was very confusing. The light was changing colors. It went from yellow, to blue, to orange, to red, to green, to purple, then repeated itself. What's up with that?

Just then, I felt a major pain on my forhead. What in the world? It stung. I tried to lift my hand have pressure on it, to make it stop the stinging, but, I couldn't. It was like my arms were superglued down. What was happening to me? The way my heart was beating I thought it was going to fall out of my chest. I've never gotten that feeling before - atleast I don't remember. How stupid could I be? It was adrenaline! There was something seriously wrong with me. But I just don't know what it was yet. What could it be?

The pain was worse. It was like... someone trying to give me a tattoo. Or, were they actually trying to? Freaky... I've never have gotten a tattoo. They look... well, painful, but pretty at the same time. I chuckled softly to myself. I found my own jokes pretty funny. Oh well.

Then... I realized... the light wasn't there anymore. I gasped so hard I choked. What is happening to me?! What is happening to me? What is happening to me... I wanted to scream that question but when I tried, it was like I had no voice. Everyone had to have a voice... right? Why couldn't I use my voice? What's happening?

I was panicking again. Same as before, I thought my heart was going to fall out of my chest... Just the thought of blood made me want to faint. How'd the pain from my forhead get me to think of blood? Just as I thought of the word 'blood' I felt something liquidy on my hand. No, no, no, please, I wanted to scream. But, I couldn't cry, scream, or use my voice.

I wanted this to be over with. Since the light wasn't above me anymore, all I could see was blue. Just the color blue. Kind of weird. Did the blue mean something like- ow! ow! My forhead was causing more pain than it was before. Did I just hear myself... moan? Was that a good sign? I couldn't say or make a noise before. Did this mean it was almost over?

Please let it be over. Atleast... let the pain stop from my forhead? Maybe someone wasn't putting a tattoo on my forhead. Maybe I was sleeping and had a major headache and this was all a dream. The light changing colors, and the blue around me. Yeah. That's what it was. All a dream. Just a dream that will be over in the morning when I wake up.

The question was, when was the morning going to come? But, this question, scared me. What if the morning never came? I have never thought of that - and it just so happens the thought came to me. How strange. Did this mean that I was closer for it to end? I suddenly got a rush of adrenaline. From happiness, though.

I sighed. It was like this was never going to end! Hey, if it didn't I wouldn't have to go to that dumb boarding school my parents are making me go to. Now I'm wishing this wouldn't end. Talk about moodswings. The boarding school I was going to, I hoped didn't look like those cheap schools with the old stones and a broken fountain near the front door.

So maybe I was dreaming this. I hope I was. Then I hoped I wasn't . The Reason why I didn't want this to be real was because, well, the pain was annoying me... The reason I did want this to be real, was because, I wouldn't have to go to the boarding school. This stunk. Stunk like that old sock that I had in my traveling bag before that I didn't even realize was in there until I started to pack today. Yeah. Great.

I tried to imagine what the boarding school would be like. I pictured myself walking into the classroom and everybody in that class started throwing crumpled up pieces of papers, and paper clips. I could imagine myself ducking from the spit balls that were flying torwards the chalkboard. I wondered what the teacher would do about that. Did they allow this? Maybe it wouldn't be as bad as I thought it would be.

Veronica, what's wrong with you? I thought. It will be as bad as you think! You right. The spit balls, the paper clips, the crumpled up pieces of paper! The people there will be probably snobby too and only think about themselves. You haven't even thought of that!

But... what if... they were nice? What if they didn't throw anything across the room and were friendly and none of them were snobby? I sighed. Okay, so, what if I did make alot of friends there? I could become popular. Hey, new school, new clothes, there was a chance I would be.

Then another thought accured to me. What if I didn't need those clothes I bought from Hollister? What if they gave out uniforms?

Just then everything went black.