6. LIZZIE
I had just woken up from a dream where Gordo was cheating on me with Miranda. (Hint..Hint…Miranda and Lizzie had the same dream…) It was really horrifying, as I would hope that nothing like that could happen in real life. If it did, I don't know what I would do. My two best friends, one of whom was my boyfriend, would have to have abandoned me completely, or else started to hate me from the bottom of their soul. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure why I'm going into this so much, I usually don't think about my dreams and what they mean. But, for some reason, I couldn't get this off my mind.
When I arrived at school that day, Miranda seemed troubled by something, so I decided to talk to her.
"Miranda! Wait up!" I sprinted down the hall to catch up to her.
"Oh. Hey Lizzie," she said dejectedly.
"Did you and Brian break up?" I asked, half-hoping they did, and half- hoping they didn't. To tell you the truth, I thought Brian was hot. Very hot. But Gordo was better from every other aspect. "I mean, you're pretty quiet today, and I was just wondering if there was something wrong with you or your relationship."
She shook her head quickly, as if coming out of a dream. She smiled at me.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm sorry; I'm just a little quieter today. Sleep-deprived, you know the story." Miranda shrugged.
"OK. You know I'm always here for you though, and nothing can change that." She nodded slowly, and opened her mouth, as if to tell me something, but then decided against it and quickly slipped back into her spaced-out mode. "Well, I had an interesting dream last night. Do you want to hear it?"
"Sure."
"Well, basically, Gordo was cheating on me with you. And then I yelled at Gordo. And you…" I was preparing to continue our conversation with what I was wearing to my brother's grade school play, but Miranda jerked and froze in her tracks for a second, and then continued walking as if nothing had happened.
"Ok, Miranda, now I KNOW something is going on. What is it?"
Miranda sighed heavily. "I already told you, Lizzie, NOTHING is going on. It's just weird; I had the same type of dream last night. My dream was in black and white with no sound. Except when you screamed. What about you?"
I stared at her in shock. This time I was the one to stop walking. "No way. That's exactly the same as my dream!" This was too weird. Something was obviously troubling us. But, being the ditz that I am, I started walking again and collided with a garbage can and knocked it over. Before I could get up, Miranda had left me sitting there all alone. What a great friend. Well, it can't get too much worse, can it?
I had just woken up from a dream where Gordo was cheating on me with Miranda. (Hint..Hint…Miranda and Lizzie had the same dream…) It was really horrifying, as I would hope that nothing like that could happen in real life. If it did, I don't know what I would do. My two best friends, one of whom was my boyfriend, would have to have abandoned me completely, or else started to hate me from the bottom of their soul. Now that I think about it, I'm not sure why I'm going into this so much, I usually don't think about my dreams and what they mean. But, for some reason, I couldn't get this off my mind.
When I arrived at school that day, Miranda seemed troubled by something, so I decided to talk to her.
"Miranda! Wait up!" I sprinted down the hall to catch up to her.
"Oh. Hey Lizzie," she said dejectedly.
"Did you and Brian break up?" I asked, half-hoping they did, and half- hoping they didn't. To tell you the truth, I thought Brian was hot. Very hot. But Gordo was better from every other aspect. "I mean, you're pretty quiet today, and I was just wondering if there was something wrong with you or your relationship."
She shook her head quickly, as if coming out of a dream. She smiled at me.
"No, nothing's wrong. I'm sorry; I'm just a little quieter today. Sleep-deprived, you know the story." Miranda shrugged.
"OK. You know I'm always here for you though, and nothing can change that." She nodded slowly, and opened her mouth, as if to tell me something, but then decided against it and quickly slipped back into her spaced-out mode. "Well, I had an interesting dream last night. Do you want to hear it?"
"Sure."
"Well, basically, Gordo was cheating on me with you. And then I yelled at Gordo. And you…" I was preparing to continue our conversation with what I was wearing to my brother's grade school play, but Miranda jerked and froze in her tracks for a second, and then continued walking as if nothing had happened.
"Ok, Miranda, now I KNOW something is going on. What is it?"
Miranda sighed heavily. "I already told you, Lizzie, NOTHING is going on. It's just weird; I had the same type of dream last night. My dream was in black and white with no sound. Except when you screamed. What about you?"
I stared at her in shock. This time I was the one to stop walking. "No way. That's exactly the same as my dream!" This was too weird. Something was obviously troubling us. But, being the ditz that I am, I started walking again and collided with a garbage can and knocked it over. Before I could get up, Miranda had left me sitting there all alone. What a great friend. Well, it can't get too much worse, can it?