My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 13 First Dream, First Trouble

First Dream, First Trouble

I was walking blind of some sort. I could only feel the cold air and a humid wall or something. I could feel my eyes open but could only see gray and black. “Where Am I? Where is this? Did something happen to my eyes?” I asked myself. It was sort of spooky, but then I started feeling some kind of heat. I kept walking touching and sliding with my hands the humid wall. I started to see some light through my eyes until I could see more. It was like a hallway from my school. I continue walking, slower, and stopped when I heard someone saying my name. It was a husky and charming voice, and I liked how my name sound. I took a few more steps until I could hear the voice higher and closer. I stopped and tried to take a peek secretly around the corner inside a classroom, but don’t know from which class. What I saw then was the 11Z group, I think because the guys there were Joe Berrios and Petter Turner, some members of the basketball team.

They were talking about me and JB was trying to defend me or help me. “Joe, why are helping her?” asked one of the guys there. “I feel for her, I mean she was so embarrassed that she even cried in a corner when she thought that no one was near her!” he said. Besides, I feel that I wrong her; that is why I am doing these. Do any of you remember what happened in the first week of tryouts? How did the seniors try to humiliate us? What we went through, so you tell me how can I let something similar happen to someone who is not part of the team or any team for that matter and, for what I see, is so childlike and innocent?!” he said almost out of breath at the end. When I saw their faces, like they were in deep thoughts with a grimace, I had tears rolling down my face. I felt part of something, that someone else than family cared for me. Then he continues talking about what he thought about me, it was kind of out my wild imagination that someone, especially a guy, could talk about me in that way. I felt my face getting a bit hot. Suddenly, I heard one the guys say that he felt someone was listening to them and walked to the door and see who it was. At that very moment, an alarm went off. I woke up screaming and sweating as to how you do when a dog is running towards you. And realized after looking around my room that it was a dream to which I woke up to.

When I walked to school after getting ready, I felt someone watching me from all around. When looking up and around it was that everyone was looking or taking a peek at me. Moments later, with a loud screech with my name I jumped out a bit, and it was Angelina and Kelly running towards me. When they got close enough I saw their eyes winking and a big grin on their mouth, waiting for something. Then, the one to get impatient was Kelly, so she asked almost jumping up and down with a smirk “what happened yesterday with Joe Berrios in the hallway? Everyone wants to know and not know; it's like the biggest gossip of the week!” I open and closed my mouth out of words. And started to sweat a bit, not knowing what to say. Then Angelina placed a hand on my shoulder and told me to “breath Omara, breath” to which I followed. I calmed myself grabbed and pulled their hands towards a side of the hallway and told them what happened. I didn’t wait for their reaction because the bell was ringing, so I pulled on them again, and dragged them to our first class.

Time passed rapidly with my first four classes, I didn’t feel anything out of order, today. Until, I was walking to my next class, Literature. When I was near the gym some unknown girls came behind me and pulled my arms and threw me against one of the walls. Holding me down once I bumped it. “What the hell are you doing you b*tch! Don’t you ever try to look or talk to Joe! Understood you f*king b*tch! If you dare I swear that you gonna cry blood!” One of the girls said hissing, and the others were laughing like hyenas while pinning me.

“Why are you doing these to me? What have I done to you to deserve this?” I cried at the girls.   I was stunned on what was happening that I was frozen, trying to contain my tears, and waiting for their answer.

The one to my right side said in a high pitch,

”Don’t you dare say that you don’t know what’s wrong, you b*tch?

And the one in my left side in a monotone sound said,

“We saw you together alone with Joe in the infirmary so…now you know you b*tch.”

I couldn’t believe that for just talking with JB, these things would happen. By now I was crying out of fear for my life. I was stammering when I said

 “He was there, just because the nurse told him to stay until my parents got here. (sobbing)  He didn’t want to be near me. He felt that it was his duty to comply with the nurse. (trying to clean my snot) That was all.” ( I was all hysteric by then end).

The girls started laughing and cursing more at me. And then the first girl said, “It better be what you said true if I/ we see you talking with him again (she grabs my face with her left hand squeezing it) be ready for it!” And then she loosens her grip and left me there. I fell on the ground and cried more.

Moments later one of the guys, Petter got closer to where I was and asked if I was OK. (He was trying to help me up.) He started saying,

“I was walking around the corner when I heard the commotion. I didn’t understand what was going on until they started talking.  I did not want to help back then because it might have made it worse. So I just waited for them to go. I am sorry for not helping during that time. I know it is wrong, but I know for certain that if I had helped you they would bully you the rest of the week.” He said this bending his head showing guilt in his face.

Trying to compose myself, drying my tears, and cleaning my face I said to him.

“Th Th Thanks f f for your concern (I was stammering so I took a big breath and continue), but I wish that what happened here no one else knows about it, so please keep it under wraps, and thanks for your kind help, too.  I was looking straight at his eyes with hurt and sorrow in mine when I continued talking.  “And I hope that you forget what happened here, p p please. (I almost sob again). I don’t need more humiliation for something that I don’t know anything about.”

He was trying to see what was right or not that he didn’t answer right away. Until he gave way and answered, with a sorry expression on his eyes, and complied with my request, saying it was “OK, for now”. I extended my right hand to shake his and said goodbye.