[Dream] 001
The sunset was sad and lonesome as she watched it from her desk. The abandoned classroom looked impossibly big and bare. The distant chatter and laughter made her insides turn in uncomfortable manner.
She touched her desk tenderly. The wooden surface was scribbled with vulgar and trashy language. She indoor shoes are almost the same state as well; the original white of the shoes could not be recognized.
Why did they also do this to her? Aren’t they supposed to be her “friends”? Why did they laugh at her behind her back and do these terrible things to her? What did she ever do to them?
As she asked these questions, the heavy swelling of raw emotions tried desperately to escape from her chest. She suppressed them, corked it well by biting her lower lips. And instead of screaming like she wanted to, the emotions leaked out as a form of tears.
“It … hurts…” She whispered.
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*Atoli woke up sweating slightly. She wept her forehead with the back of her hand. That dream is was definitely from her middle school days. But why was Atoli in there instead of her real self? She also realizes that the dreamberry had recorded the dream as well. There goes her good first impression.*