Yeah I like this contest. My brain is overflowing with ideas and I haven't written any more chapters for my other stories, and I plan to soon.

If you haven't read my other stories please try them out.

In a dream

It only took a few moments after falling asleep to figure out that I wasn't in my dream. I was dreaming all right, but not even my wildest dreams were like this. Everywhere I turned I saw pictures of Chad. Not that I haven't had dreams about Chad before, but this was a little much for my mind. I was either in Chad's dream or one of his groupies. Most likely a groupie, I mean even Chad cares about some things and people other than himself, I think.

I was too preoccupied with all the Chadness that I wasn't looking where I was going. This was some demented dream. I ran into something, something big, and I thought it was a Chad statue, but when I looked up I saw me, in my secret prom dress, my lips swollen from kissing. The copy was a little prettier then I was. Her hair under control, her eyes shinier, she was a little more hour-glassy. It was me, and I was beautiful.

She, me, it, turned and fled. She ran past the pictures and articles, and statues. She ran in front of a DVD shelf and somehow casted a shadow on the wall. More amazingly, opened the wall like a door, and ran in. I felt like Alice chasing the rabbit through wonderland. So I waved my hand in front of the shelf and, sure enough, it made shadows. The types of shadows made when you put your hands in front of a flashlight. I stopped moving my hand and walked up to the wall-door. I found a door knob, twisted and pushed. Two steps into the doorway I was falling. Falling down through a tunnel my dress opened up like a parachute and I was just glad I was wearing pants under it.

When I landed, I saw a door. A very tiny door. Then I saw a table. On the table, there was a bottle that read Drink Me. So I did. Aren't I smart? It shrunk me. I tried my luck at the door. No dice. Then I saw a key on the table. Great. Next to me appeared a brownie, with a plastic tag that read, Eat Me. I guess what I did next was pretty obvious. I slid the hunk of plastic between the door and the frame, the tag was ruined, but the door opened.

I saw Tawni looking in a mirror. She was perched up in a branch, she was purple and she had a flicking tail. Nico and Grady were laughing like two drunks; they were sipping tea at a very large table. I saw my rabbit run by, so I followed. I passed Zora playing some game with a flamingo. I followed my double to the most horrid sight of all. Thousands of girls, running around, following the ruling of, the king of heartbreaks: Chad. He walked around the area looking all noble and kingly, Shouting to the scurrying girls "DUMP HER. DUMP HER." It was sickening. This was no groupies dream. The worst part was when he put is arm around my rabbit's waist and pulled her in for a kiss. She pushed him away but still walked by him. Though I hate to admit it, this must be how the world seams to Chad. All about him. The Randoms as a side thing. He got everything he wanted, except me. I don't want Chad, He doesn't want me. I looked back and remembered something he said to me:

"I was invited, but I didn't want to come. Then I got uninvited, and I had to come."

He couldn't have me. So he had to have me. I now have some leverage. Trying my luck, I walked up to the King.

"Chad, what are you doing?"

He almost fell over.

"Sonny, what are you doing here?"

"You seam surprised to see me, Chad."

"You're not Sonny. You can't be the real Sonny. She would have slapped me already." I slapped him.

"Convinced?"

"Almost," He kissed me. It wasn't a wimpy kiss like the one he gave my double, it was a full one, a 'Let's go upstairs' kiss. So I punched him.

"I'm convinced,"

"Good,"

"Good"

"Fine"

"Fine"

"Good"

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