I was standing on a mountain. There where marble buildings everywhere and statues of men and women and monsters, the mountain was absolutely beautiful. I heard music, like a harp, then it stopped.
"Hey there!" A voice said. I turned around a and yelped. "Holy Gods no need to yell." There was a guy standing there, about 16 or 17 with blond hair and outdoorsy looks. He looked like he had just gone surfing, he was wearing a white muscle shirt, khaki shorts and flip flops. He was holding a something small, I recognized it from History class. It was something that started with an l... um... a lyre!
"Who are you-"
"My name is Fred." He cut me off before I could finish.
"Um... I'm Stephanie."
"Cool name." A chair showed up suddenly and he sat down and strummed his lyre.
"Uh thanks." He stopped and looked at me. He had blue eyes like mine.
"Do you have a last name? Or a middle name?" I crossed my arms over my chest.
"I'll tell you mine if you tell me yours." I said.
"Don't have one."
"What do you mean?"
He was quiet for a little. "I'm a dream person, I only have one name. Now whats yours?"
"Stephanie Cassandra Archer." I was nervous to tell him. But hes not real.
His face seemed to lighten up and he smiled. "Hey I knew someone named Cassandra!" Then his smile disappeared. "She hated me though. But it wasn't fair 'cause I loved her." He looked away.
"Oh... I'm so sorry." I said. He seemed to recover quickly.
"Its okay." He looked up. "Hey guess what?"
"Um what?"
"Its time for you to wake up!"
"Wait but why am I here?"
"Have fun sunshine!"
"WAIT!"