Dreaming in Reality

Chapter 5

This weekend was gonna be great. I had absolutely no plans, so that meant that I could sit around and do almost nothing. That's my type of weekend right there!

At my locker, I remembered my mental note that I'd made earlier. I had to clean my locker. It was a good thing that my brother was picking me up today, because he was always late. My bus usually leaves ten minutes after school gets out, so I'd never have had the time to clean it on a normal day.

It took me fifteen minutes to organize everything. I had had to take everything out, and spread it on the floor around me. Then I arranged my books and things in stacks in my locker. I was finally able to shut the door without slamming it.

When I got up, Leann had been standing behind me the whole time. Obviously, I had a strange look on my face when I realized she was there, because immediately after I turned around, she started cracking up. I couldn't help but laugh a bit myself. It's really strange; whenever Leann laughed, you had to laugh, too, even if you didn't know why she was laughing.

"What?" I asked.

"You – your – your f-face!" Leann finally got out, trying to stop laughing.

"Well, I didn't think anyone was here! Where you standing there the whole time?" She was still laughing uncontrollably, making me start to laugh harder.

"Y-yes!"

We stood there for a while, laughing. Finally, probably five minutes later, we regained our ability to breathe normally.

"Should we go now?" Leann asked. Her face was cherry red from laughing so much.

"Yeah."

So we walked up the hallway toward the front door. As we were walking, we passed Mr. Erickson; he was just leaving.

"Hello, ladies. Have a good weekend," He said.

"Thanks, you too!" Leann and I replied in unison.

Leann checked her watch once we got out front, to the pickup area. She was actually riding the bus today. Her bus didn't leave until three thirty though, and it took her a whole hour to get home! She had plenty of time; it was only three ten.

"So what are you gonna do this weekend?" Leann asked me.

"Ah… nothing, really. Shawn didn't tell me we had to do anything. What about you?" I said.

"Same here. Well, actually, I'm goin' to play basketball at the YMCA tonight and on Sunday."

"Fun."

"Yeah. Hey, are you playin' basketball this season?"

"I am! Are you?"

"Yeah! Cool! Do you think we'll be on the same team?"

"I hope so! That'd be awesome!"

"Yeah it would! Hey, my bus leaves in five minutes, I'm gonna go now," Leann said as she looked at her watch again.

"I'll come with you, Shawn won't be here for about ten minutes," I said.

"Ok."

So we walked around the school to the bus area. Most of them were gone, except for thirty-three, which was Leann's, and a few others. Then we said good-bye and parted.

I walked the long way back around the school to the pickup area. As soon as I'd gotten there, Shawn pulled up. I ran over to his car.

"Hi," I said, as I got in and shut the door.

"Hey, Kiera. How'd school go?" He replied. Shawn was pretty tall, even for his age, which was 20. He had black hair, like me, and had a kind of goatee going.

"Good. You know that Slovenia report thing I had to do? I finished it with time to look it over twice! I think I'll get a good grade on it."

"That's good. Hey, how's Mr. Erickson doing?" Shawn asked me. Mr. Erickson used to teach high school before he taught 7th grade, and had taught Shawn in his senior year.

"Good. I think his class is the best, it's always fun!" I said.

"I always thought that, too, but now I've got a job!" As he said this, he made a face.

We laughed. Then Shawn heard his favorite song playing on the radio, and turned it up real loud. It never got

turned back down, so we just listened to music the whole way home.

It took a little bit to get to our apartment, something like fifteen or twenty minutes. But soon, we pulled up in our parking spot, number 26, and got out. Our apartment room was number 202, so it was on the second floor. We took the elevator; who likes taking the stairs, honestly?

Ding.

The elevator opened its doors to let us out. Our apartment room was down two rooms on the left. Shawn pulled out his keys and unlocked it. I went straight to my room as soon as we'd gotten in. Everyday, Shawn would go do his thing, which was usually go and call his girlfriend, and I would go do my thing.

I put my backpack on my bed, because there really was nowhere else to put it. That wasn't necessarily because of how dirty my room was, but because my room was pretty small. I had my bed in the far right hand corner, the dresser in the corner across from it, and my computer sitting next to the bed. Then I also had a small 'homework table' to my immediate right upon entering the room. The walls were painted gray, and I only had one small window, located above my 'homework table', which had dark shades. My room wasn't really bright at all, but that only meant that I could sleep really well in here.

I got my binder out of my backpack. Out of it, I got my drawing notebook and a pencil. I didn't have any homework this weekend, and when that happens, I usually just draw in place of doing homework. Drawing is one of my favorite things to do, because I don't have to be fully conscious when I'm sketching. So, again, for the third time that day, I started to slip into a daydream…