Prompt: Carson Phillips - "And that's exactly how I live my life - from one dream to the next. Hating every update of reality."-'Struck By Lighting'
Lying on top of the garbage bags in the dumpster I realized one thing - nothing had changed over the summer. I had spent my summer months working in my father's garage and daydreaming about how my sophomore year was going to be different. In those dreams, Glee Club had enough members to compete and wasn't ridiculed. The jocks left me alone, more interested in building their muscles and their girlfriends than in harassing me. My daydreams allowed me to fit in with my peers and while I wasn't popular, I was still a realist after all, at least I didn't spend everyday of my life being ridiculed.
I had left for school this morning believing those dreams were achievable. Right now, I had gotten one of those unwanted updates of reality in the form of the football team tossing me in the dumpster - and I hadn't even made it to home room. I definitely liked my dreams much better than this.
Deciding that I didn't want to spend my entire day in the dumpster, I started to climb out of the metal box. This wasn't going to be my life. I refused to spend my life in Lima, entertainment for those bigger than me. I was going to make it out of this place and I had the destination in mind. I was going to New York and I was going to make it to Broadway. Maybe right now they were just more dreams but I was determined to make those dreams a realtiy.
Dropping down to the ground I spotted my school bag, my jacket folded neatly on top of it, sitting nearby. At least the neanderthals had the decency to leave my stuff. Still, I hated my life.