Ha, that’s wishful thinking. Things just don’t go right for me. That’s when I realize, I haven’t had a real friend ever since Jess stopped talking to me. Maybe even before that, I’m starting to doubt everything. Everything that’s happened this last month. Watching all the events go by, it all seems like a dream.

I sigh. Maybe it was a dream and when I open my eyes none of it will have happened.

No, that’s not gonna happen. It’s not realistic, it’s too good to happen in this story that is my life. It’s much too cliche.

But wait, stop. pause. reverse. Who is the one that chooses what happens next? Only one person. Me. This whole time I felt like I was trapped in a box. But now I can open the trap door on the box and do, whatever I want. I am the main character, right?

This realization made me feel better. At least for today I can survive. Well, might as well get up. I sigh again and roll over.

The ground hit me. Crap. I fell off the bed.