Daydream whisked past the fence and rushed into the house. She threw her runners onto the rack for shoes (yes, she had one of those). Her face was hot. That boy was scary. She thought. She had to read so she sat on her bed then started to read her newest book from the local library. The words were stuck on the page, not really connecting with her.

Later that night her mum came home. She looked at Daydream for a second.
"You seem fake".
"What do you mean?" Daydream asked nervously. Daydream had always done this. Now at the kitchen table, she was reading a cooking book with fantastic recipes that made her want to cook all of them at once.
"I can't put my finger on it dal, but it's like you're covering up what's truly there, something stuck inside of you waiting to come out, emotionally and personality speaking".
"Truly.... there?"
"Well, I don't know. And when you leave the house, please be careful I'm begging you", her mum brushed the conversation off with a wave of her hand and sighed. "Dinner?"

Daydream combed her sunshine yellow hair in front of the mirror. What's truly there? She thought.
"You're doing too much thinking" she whispered to herself. After brushing her teeth. she walked into her bedroom. To calm, she opened her window and gazed at the stars. She liked to imagine herself dancing among them. Some of the stars were planets too, of course. They were the beautiful golden lights surrounded by a rich dark blue sky. Twinkling the sun's light to her. Now feeling magical, Daydream leapt into bed to see where her dreams would take her.

Opening the door and leaving the house had become easier now. Although, she saw the boy every morning. Daydream was considering to take a different route because of his rudeness.
"School is important you know!" he was waiting at the car again, phone in hand.
"You still haven't told me what it IS", Daydream passed him and kept walking. His rudeness was brushing onto her now and she did not like it.
"Hey!" the boy was yelling out now. Daydream kept walking. "Hey!!" Daydream wasn't listening. She felt a tap on her shoulder and receeded inwards. It wasn't the boy. "How come you're walking all by yourself?" It was man with dark hair and a smart-ish looking blazer thing. Daydream was really freaking out now. "I'm asking one question and it's okay to answer". He stopped and waited. Daydream considered this.
"I want to". She finally said, whimpering inside because that's what she wanted to say and was scared of being judged.
"You WANT to?" The man was shocked. "I'm Chaz's Dad", he hinted to the boy, of which Daydream now knew as Chaz. The name suited him, in a horrible way. "Well, you're welcome at our house any time". He walked to the car and said something to Chaz. Daydream was confused. Actually, Daydream had realised that she had been confused a lot lately and it was not good.
She went home to read her books.

Chaz had decided to get Facebook. Everyone else at school had Facebook so he was inclined to get it himself. He got messenger and started texting people, hoping they will reply. He didn't acknowledge that he was at school, at that present moment, right in the middle of class, texting people when people were right next to him. Still, he texted anyway.
"Get off your phone" the teacher instructed. Chaz came up with an excuse.
"But I'm texting people to make connections!", He retaliated. His hands strongly holding onto his phone. He gripped it like it was the only thing important to him.
"The only connections I can see are you and the phone", the teacher said sternly. This made Chaz think a little and he put it in his pencil case. He took out his exercise book and started doing the questions that were required of him with an orange pen.

Chaz had to walk home alone that day because his Dad had to work and couldn't pick him up. Facebook and messenger were not working out for him, nobody had replied to his messages. He stared at the ground while he walked.The pavement was a bumpy grey with scraggy weeds growing out of the cracks.They were very green, very different from the grey. It was common sense for him to bump into something, of which he did, yet he still looked at the ground, waiting for it to move.
"Hey.... um Chaz", it was her. The girl who he saw every morning. He looked up. She was carrying books, but they had fallen on the ground when they collided. She started to pick them up and Chaz couldn't help but help. He gave her one that he picked up.
"How to garden?" He read aloud, snickering. The girl was embarrassed, Chaz said things without thinking. The girl stood there, like she wanted to say something. She did.
"Yes, I like to read books of many different contexts", she replied but then her face changed. Her eyes looked past Chaz, over his shoulder. "Do you want a book, they're from the local library?"

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