"Lisa, I have something to say to you."
"Just say it, Orlando."
Orlando Bloom takes you into his arms and tilts your chin until your eyes are meeting. His lips twitch. He's going to do it! He's going to kiss you!
He leans forward and-
BRRRRRIIIIIIINGGGGG. BRRRRRIIIIIIIINGGGGGGGG.
Your eyes flutter open. You groan.
You roll over, unwillingly, to look at your super bright alarm clock. 5:45...5:45...5:45...
You jump out of bed. It's time to get ready for school.
Orlando will just have to wait.
You smile to yourself, what a crazy dream.
You put on some slippers and open the door, and look out into the bewildering darkness that you know is your home.
You take your steps slowly carefully, as you know that the lightest sound can wake up the rest of your family, even though their own alarm clocks will ring soon.
You walk into your bathroom and turn on the light switch.
It's blindingly bright.
You start brushing your teeth, twice.
You take a long, hot shower. During which, you would have either sung I believe I can fly, or So Yesterday out loud.
You put on your uniform, which is most probably in a heap on the floor, where you left it yesterday.
You blowdry your hair. It makes a lot of noise. But it's okay, most of the household is up anyway. While you blowdry your hair, you start singing I believe I can fly, or So Yesterday out loud.
The one you didn't sing in the shower.
The next part is a blur to you.
You know you must have had breakfast because you fill full, and you know you've packed your bag because it feels heavy, and you know that sometime or rather you had made your way to the station, because you are on the train.
Surrounded by your lovely friends.
You are probably either telling a funny story, and they're laughing.
Or playing cards, and everyone is laughing and you're getting mad that they're cheating.
Nevertheless, you get to school in one piece.
PUMPED for the day that is to unfold.
You barely remember roll call, and on the way to your first lesson, you smile and wave to people passing that you know.
The first two lessons fly right past, and you smile.
Recess.
You make your way to the stairs, and you set down your stuff.
You smile at the easy, breezy, relaxed environment you are in.
Lessons start and you go to the next two lessons, uncaring. It's such a good day.
Lunch.
You head to your locker, which is unfortuntately right at the top.
And you can barely reach it.
One or two of your taller friends are always there to help you take stuff in and out.
You smile.
Your friends are angels.
Lunch goes by so quickly, and you had spent the most of it laughing, talking, drinking, eating.
You head to the last classes of the day.
Although the rest of the class are feeling rather restless, you are still fine, listening, working and laughing when appropriate.
The bell rings for the last time that day, the last you'll hear until the next morning when your alarm clock will ring again.
You take up your seat on the train, weak with relief that you had not died while trying to get into the train with about a hundred other students.
You lean back onto the chair, and talk and laugh and listen.
Life's good.
You walk home, or if you are feeling lazy, someone is driving you home.
You are listening to your favourite song, on repeat. And again and again.
Until you think you can take no more, you turn your music off.
But it's okay because you are home now.
You spend the next few hours either idling, or working. Watching TV, adding to your blog, or
washing the dishes. Folding the clothes, listening to the radio or feeding the dog.
You make light conversation with your family as they slowly come home.
You are most probably reading a romantic comedy, or a historical fiction novel.
Your two most favourite genres.
Your eyelids feel heavy and you know you are about to head into 'Dreamworld' again.
You say a quick prayer, in thanksgiving, repentance and in awe.
You head off to sleep.
"Hey Lisa, where did you go?"
"My apologies, Orlando, I had work to do. Shall we pick up where we left off?"
You smile. You are in Orlando's arms again.
Life is good.
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