Green. There was green everywhere. And warmth. It felt amazing. It was like one of those places you'd see in some cheesy chick flick where everything is perfect and you wonder just where in the world that place is, because you wouldn't mind visiting there for a while.

After a few moments of basking in the sunlight like a meerkat, I giggled. I haven't done that since I was 10, when it happened.

Then for some reason I started walking jogging running, almost to a sprint to the horizon. I could feel the sponginess of the grass between my toes and the breeze blow through my hair. With every step I went exponentially faster, like a crescendo except my feet were the instruments.

Finally, I see a speck near the horizon. I began running even faster, even though I believe that speed is inhumanly possible. The speck grew and grew until it shifted into an indistinguishable blob. I kept running. I ran and ran, never having to catch my breath.

And then I was there. Now you could tell that blob was a guy who was facing the setting sun. From what I could tell he was very tall, over six feet and had dark hair.

Suddenly, he began to turn around and,

BANG

That's where I wake up every single time. At first I found it quite frustrating, never knowing who that person is. After I met Mitch, I just assumed it was him, but honestly, I know it isn't. It didn't look like him from behind.

I met Mitch the summer before my freshman year. I had been an average girl. I had a few friends, none of them extremely close, but were good to have around every once in a while. However, I did have pretty good grades in school; I used to be top of the class.

Then I met Mitch and everything changed. He helped me see things in a way I never realized. You don't need school or a high-paying job to have a good life, you need love and freedom. You need to be able to express yourself in any way, even if it isn't cookie cutter. This, this is what pulled me in and now I'm hooked.

I used to spend so much time trying to please my teachers and my father after the incident that I had stopped thinking about myself. After I met Mitch I felt exhilarated. He didn't treat me the way he does now, but I love him so much that I can't even imagine leaving him. I'm nothing without him.

My father's string of profanities harshly extracted me from my reverie and brought me into cold hard reality. Sighing, I slowly got out of bed, wincing when I absent-mindedly put pressure on my right arm. Shit, I forgot about that.

I grabbed some clothes and took a shower with cold water, since we can't afford our heat bill. After a few moments in the stream of unpleasantly frigid water, I got out and finished getting ready, if you could call it that.

I slowly waled into the kitchen trying not to attract any attention from my father. On the peeling floor I noticed my father picking himself off of the floor. He took a break in his flow of swearing when he noticed me in the kitchen.

His eyes followed me a moment as I went to look for a slice of bread or anything.

"Damn slut. I have to do everything around here. You can't even clean the floor correctly. I should've gotten rid of you when I had the chance." He muttered.

"Yeah, well you would have done both of us a favor, Dad." I retorted, then finding something I could eat, I grabbed my empty backpack and marched out of the house.

"You shouldn't let his words get to you. You don't care about that man and he doesn't care about you. So let it go" I whispered to myself, trying to stop the tears.

As I walked to school I noticed off-putting appearance of the weather. The sky was filled with huge clouds appearing in all of the 256 shades of gray. There was a threatening wind blowing any shopping carts or trash out of its way. A storm is coming, just the icing on the cake.

I chuckled cynically to myself and quickened my pace. Despite the impressive dread of going to my first class, there was no way I was going to get caught in that storm.

A few moments later I arrived at the gates of hell. I begrudgingly walked on campus and towards that awful first class. I opened the door and noticed that I was actually on time. I took the first empty stool I saw that was closest to the back. As soon as I sat I put my earbuds in and shut out the world.

I noticed other students shuffling in, scanning for a good seat, eyes getting wide when they saw me sitting there. Eventually, one of them took the seat next to me. I didn't look at them.

After a few moments, Ms. Higgins began screeching in that awful voice of hers that faintly reminded me of Ms. Fowl from Jimmy Neutron. I smiled slightly.

"What are you smiling about?" a deep voice said next to me. I let out a small squeal and fell off of my stool, deserving a few looks and snickers.

"Oh jeeze, are you alright? God, I'm such an idiot." The owner of the voice, who turned out to be the person who had sat next to me, said, his voice now filled with regret as he tried to help me up. And, of course, with my luck, he grabbed my right arm to help me up, the broken one.

As he pulled I let out a small shriek, once again earning looks from around the room. The guy's eyes widened with at first surprise, then realization, then guilt. He started rambling about how horrible of a person he is and the fact that he's never going to forgive himself.

His little monologue kinda made me laugh. My small laughter snapped him back to the present. He looked very confused.

"Don't worry; it was broken before that happened." I comforted. He breathed a sigh of relief.

"Really? Oh thank God. I don't know how I could live with myself knowing that I broke someone's arm," he began, but then he noticed the miffed look on my face and shook his head, and began to right himself, "Not that I don't care about your broken arm, I'm just glad it wasn't me who did that. No! That's not what I meant!"

"That's alright; I know exactly what you meant." I barked. After getting myself up I sat down in that stool again, ignoring everyone until I heard the bell ring. I got up to leave, also ignoring the comment beside me saying that I should get my arm checked out. I huffed and continued my escape.

I walked back to Mitch and mine's spot. Once I got there, it was clear that I had been naïve. Of course he wouldn't be here. Not after what had transpired between us yesterday.

Suddenly an overwhelming feeling of loneliness washed over me. I slide down the dirty wall I was leaning and cried. I just kept crying, about everything.

I cried about having Freshman Biology, I cried about breaking my arm, I cried about my crappy grades, I cried about Mitch, I cried about my father, my mother, my life. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, and eventually I fell asleep.

BOING

Suddenly something hard yet bouncy hit my head and rudely woke me up. I opened my eyes to see it was one of the school's old, warn out basketballs. I went to pick it up and noticed a pair of ratty old Vans coming my way.

Once they stopped, I looked up to see the guy from Freshman Biology that had scared me.

"I'm really sorry about that, my idiots of frie—Wait a minute; you're that girl from Bio, Ash right?" I silently nodded my head. And waited to see what he'd do next.

"What I did this morning was awful, it's just whenever I meet someone really cool or interesting I spaz out, and it often turns out horribly, horribly wrong." He explained with a shake of his head.

"So...you have a habit of injuring the people you like?" I asked skeptically.

"Yeah, I guess I kinda do," he laughed. "What about you? Any bad habits that I, your new lab partner, should now about before cut things open?"

I laughed. But then I realized what he said. "Wait, we're lab partners?" He nodded slowly.

"Yeah in the beginning of class, she said the people you're sitting next to are your lab partners for the rest of the year. I guessed we kind of lucked out since we're the only two seniors in that class."

"You're a senior? How come I've never seen you around before?" I quizzed.

"Ah, that would be because I moved here at the beginning of summer from Connecticut. Anyway, you never answered my question..." he trailed off.

"What...Oh! The bad habits thing. Hmmm," I rested my head in my hand in mock thought, "Well, I'd tell you but then I'd have to kill you." I quipped after a moment.

"Ooh, that bad, huh?" he laughed. Our little conversation was cut short by his friends yelling at him to hurry up.

He sighed, and I handed him the ball.

"So I'll see you tomorrow morning?" He asked.

"Sadly yes. Oh, how I loathe that class." I dramatically proclaimed, complete with animated hand movements and everything.

He laughed. It was a nice laugh, full of sincere happiness. "Well, see you then." He said with a wave and turned around laughing.

"See you." I said under my breath with a small smile. Maybe, just maybe, my life isn't completely horrible.

A/N: So here's another chapter, I tried to make it longer. Please review or PM me with any suggestions, complaints or comments! :) I also failed miserably with the sound effects. Haha.