i was sitting at my desk in high school with my favourite plaid mini skirt on and my tall skinny legs in knee highs, bent inwards so that my knees touched and so no one could see up my crotch. ( I was always paranoid about that in high school).
So anyway, I'm sitting there chewing on my number 2 pencil, not a soul in the classroom, when a woman dressed in green (probably b/c its my favourite color) walks up to me in slo mo and everything, smiliing like a mother would.
So im not scared. Just bored. She hands me a test and simply says "write".
and I can't. I freeze. Hypnotized by her smile. Wantign to smile back but I'm blank. Finally my dry mouth opens and all I can say is "I can't write".
"Yes you can" she says. You're more than this blank sheet of paper"
My legs shake now. I'm filled with this adrenline, a sudden surge pf power pulsating through me, im angry as hell....
I'm storming out of the room so fast that my boobs nearly pop out of my black halter top. I'm runnign through the halls til im at the 80's disco resturant downtown. I order a milkshake and sit at a window booth.
Then just as I turn toward the window a car comes crashing through the window and well, thats where I wake up.
I'm thinking maybe its all about fate and if I had just believed in myself, that I could write, then I wouldnt have been in that resturant when the car came through the window. Hmm.....
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