Day Dream 11/16/07

Sitting in the third hour study hall, life can get pretty boring. Lucky I have my story notebook to let my imagination ramble. My stories are normally about me and my encounters with celebrities or fairytale stories with me as the princess. My life is really dull. I continue to write my latest story when I heard a commotion in the hallway. Girls were screaming and some guys were yelling, “This one!” Our study hall door flung open and three brothers ran in, the two older ones held the door closed keeping the screaming girls out. The security guard/study hall teacher yelled, “Hey! You’re not supposed to be in here!” The youngest didn’t say a word and ignored the teacher. Instead he grabbed my hand, kissed me on the hand, and we ran out the door with the two others traveling behind.