The Dream World

Ivy walked through the hallways, pressing her books against her chest. She looked around at all the faces, staring at her. She didn't quite belong, she was different in their opinion. But she didn't care. Everyday it was the same.......
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Ivy was woken up from her wonderful dream by an annoying buzzing noise. She rolled over and smacked the alarm clock to shut it up. She wanted to drift back into her wonderful mind, and escape from what she knew was already coming.
Ivy swung her legs over her bed and stood up, walked over to her closet and tried to figure out what to wear today. She could wear, her black shirt and dark jeans, or her other black shirt and other pair of dark jeans, or another black shirt and another pair of dark jeans. She sighed.
She ate breakfast slowly, wanting to kill time. She could hear her father getting up out of bed and walking across the creaky floor.
"Morning," Her father said sleepily, in his robe. Ivy didn't say anything. She wished her mom was here. It had been four years since her mom died. At least it was peacefully; in her sleep. Ever since then, Ivy has been having weird dreams......
Ivy started thinking when suddenly the school bus honked outside her house. She jolted into awareness. Ivy grabbed her black jacket and ran out the door into the icy cold wind of Winter.
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Ivy slammed her locker shut and came face to face with the most popular guy in school, Brad. He was a total teenage hottie. He had spikey brown hair and dark brown eyes, bronze skin and was captain of the football team! He was so amazing........... to any girl but Ivy.
For some reason, all the guys wanted her, and all the girls hated her. Maybe there was a link there.
"Hey," Brad said, giving a cocky smile.
"What?" Ivy growled.
"Whoa, calm down there, Ivy. I just wanted to tell you that we won the game last night."
"And why would I care?" Ivy asked.
"Hey, respect the jersey." Brad said, pointing at his football jersey. He always wore that thing. Did he even wash it??
"Whatever." Ivy said, and pushed passed him. She ran into math class, not looking back, only at the dreaded fractions ahead.

Ivy couldn't find anywhere to sit at lunch........ again. There were plenty of boys to sit with. Not that she wanted to.....
She went over to her friends table and sat down. She had three friends, me, myself, and I. They were always there for her. Maybe because they were her.
Ivy quietly ate her school lunch when suddenly she felt something gooey splat all over her head! She touched her hair and found chocolate pudding. She spun around in her chair and saw Melissa, the most popular and rich girl in town.
"Whoops, sorry." Melissa said, "Didn't see you there." She gave a smirky smile. Her two best friends standing around her laughed.
"You better wipe that grin off your face before I do it for you." Ivy said.
"Oh, I'm soooo scared!" Melissa said.
Everyday of every year since 6th grade, Melissa had picked on her. Ivy had had enough.
Ivy stood up and in one quick move, right-hooked Melissa in her perfect dimples.
Melissa stumbled backwards, her friends trying to help her up. Melissa stared at Ivy, mouth open, trying to find something to say.
"Don't mess with me again." Ivy said. Melissa ran out of the cafeteria. Oh, crap Ivy thought, she's heading to the principal's office
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Ivy stepped off the bus, relieved to be home. She didn't think her dad would be happy with her getting another detention.
She walked in the door, slamming it shut behind her. Her dad woke up from his nap on the couch, beer spilled all over his shirt.
Ivy stared at him, He used to be so great Ivy thought, she almost started to cry. Everything had changed since her mom had died.
Her dad was a professor at the nearby college. He was happy then. He would come home from work, help Ivy with her homework, take her to the park or go get ice-cream, then Ivy's mom would come home from her job as a lawyer, tell them the good news about her case she won, then they'd all have dinner and watch Saturday Night Live on TV.
But when she died, (mysteriously) her dad went into a state of depression, couldn't work, got fired, became a drunk and didn't care about anything, including Ivy.
Ivy sighed and went up to her room. She flopped onto the bed and stared up at the white ceiling, trying to find shapes in the odd pattern. Ivy looked at the clock, 4 pm. But she was so tired! Maybe she just needed a nap.
Ivy started to drift off........
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