I walk down the hall at school in the morning. My mind is racing. Who can I tell? I see Gordo shutting his locker and
walking toward me, waving. He's smart, runs through my mind. I can trust him, and he'll know what it means. I grab him by
the arm and pull him aside. He frowns at me, confused.
"Something wrong?" he asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. For a moment I am lost in his eyes. Their clear blue almost drowns me. But then I remember why I am here with him.
" I've been having this dream." He nods, and I can tell he's listening. He barely blinks while I recount my dream--nightmare, whatever. Finally, when I'm finished, he stands there and stares thoughtfully into space. He looks at me.
"I'm not sure what your dream could mean, but I'll do some research if you want. Tell me if you have it again, okay?" I nod, and he smiles. " Let's get to class."
I have the dream again. It scares me more every time. In the morning, I see Gordo sitting on the steps outside of school. He is pale, and beads of sweat coat his forehead. He stares at the ground. As I get closer, I can see that he is trembling. I sit next to him, grabbing his arm.
" Hey. Are you all right?" He jumps, startled, and looks at me. He takes a deep breath, like he's going to say something, but just shakes his head. "What is it, Gordo?"
"I--I'm not sure. I don't know if you dream just got to me, or what. But--" He shuddered.
" I had the same dream you did."
walking toward me, waving. He's smart, runs through my mind. I can trust him, and he'll know what it means. I grab him by
the arm and pull him aside. He frowns at me, confused.
"Something wrong?" he asks, putting a hand on my shoulder. For a moment I am lost in his eyes. Their clear blue almost drowns me. But then I remember why I am here with him.
" I've been having this dream." He nods, and I can tell he's listening. He barely blinks while I recount my dream--nightmare, whatever. Finally, when I'm finished, he stands there and stares thoughtfully into space. He looks at me.
"I'm not sure what your dream could mean, but I'll do some research if you want. Tell me if you have it again, okay?" I nod, and he smiles. " Let's get to class."
I have the dream again. It scares me more every time. In the morning, I see Gordo sitting on the steps outside of school. He is pale, and beads of sweat coat his forehead. He stares at the ground. As I get closer, I can see that he is trembling. I sit next to him, grabbing his arm.
" Hey. Are you all right?" He jumps, startled, and looks at me. He takes a deep breath, like he's going to say something, but just shakes his head. "What is it, Gordo?"
"I--I'm not sure. I don't know if you dream just got to me, or what. But--" He shuddered.
" I had the same dream you did."