The way it should be

by authour2020

Meet Ronnie, he is a funny relaxing guy. One day while rushing to school he faints do to a door, but when Ronnie faints everything turns to how Ronnie wants it to go... will Ronnie find away to transform is imagination into reality or is he stuck with thi

THE WAY IT SHOULD BE

BY RYAN CASSADY

Chapter 1

Miss. Coughlin

I stood still for a little while, hoping id get the attention of my mom. Of course she was bond to get rid of me, so I continued walking to school. I took my apple with me, and ate it with one crunch. I looked at the empty houses, with sticks and signs saying for sale. My eyes grew shut, and I took a breath, soon that would be are house.

The blinding heat took me by surprise, the weather at first cool, now extremely hot. My forehead creased and my eyes squinted, the sun still managing to stream in my eyes. My backpack was thick with a brown cover, and in their were, several of my books waiting for me. I just realized then that it was Monday, and that all my tests were today.

I really wasn't fond of Mondays, especially when I have tests, but the thing that gets me really down, is Miss, Coughlin. Her wicked sense of trouble rumbles in my stomach until my stomach feels like I was going to pewk. I was in front of Ms. O'Leary's home. The brick red covering and the soft trees, always made her home look amazing. It was beautiful and big compared to my house, with a brown layer wood.

I walked a speed faster, once I rid her house; I thought I might be late. The sensation of my mind being late, curled in my heart throbbed chest. I walked across the street and turned right, I was officially on school property. The signs flew everywhere about tip-off and the blue ribbon award. I squinted to read all the signs, mostly the ones made by Tanya Inarch. The school was truly full of sprit.

I went to St. Josephs. In my opinion it was just, alright. The food, alright. The gym, alright. Every single thing in the whole entire building was just alright to me. I ran up to the door to see the doors locked. I took a grasp at them and a sweat droplet appeared on my left cheek. The same curl appeared in my chest again, a little pinch at my stomach and the throb I always knew.

"Erg!" I screamed with a mouthful of apple slices. I ran to the office door, pulled it open and hit my head on the wooden panel of the next door. I fainted and slept for as long as I could imagine. I fainted into a dream of many me.