The Dream Me

Hi, I'm Abby, 19 not your typical fictional character but through my story, I will make your fantasy and real-life collide. I am a teen young lady from the South, who loves the concept of dreaming because for me there is only one real thing for me and that is dreaming as I close my eyes.   "Abbyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" A shout from my auntie and the sounds of my morning, she's not an alarm clock nor a chicken to become an instrument who will wake me up. But here we go.   "What time did you sleep last night?!" "Get up yourself, there's a lot of things to do!!" "Where are you Abbbbbbbyy?"   My little ugliest nagging Auntie said, this is how my morning used to be in each and every day of my life, that's why you cannot blame me for choosing my dreams as my real-world.   "I'm coming," I said.   I just made my first movement of my day but I feel tired and drained already, actually I don't feel anything anymore. No more emotions, no more anything. Living my life just according to how my aunt wants it to be.   Way back when I was young, I kept thinking that maybe when I was still a sperm cell in my mother's womb maybe my parents have an unfortunate life that's why until now I have an unfortunate life without them. My parents died when I was 16, actually I don't cry at their funerals or when knowing that they are gone. Not because they are not the best parents I could have but because I'm still with them in my dreams.    "Auntie, I will go to my class" together with lending my hands expecting that this little nagging monster will give my allowance for me to survive my day in School.   "What's that hands for?" She said.   "Nothing, Auntie. I'm just stretching my hands because for sure I will write a lot later". As usual, she won't give me any cents because she is a monster, simple as that.   I walk out to that haunted house and take the deepest breath I can do. This is my habit every time I go out of that house for me to don't carry any bad things from that house, and I start walking all the way to my School.   A minute ago a voice that I know will surely come from the most annoying person in my life.   "Abbbyyyyyy!! Hey, Abbyyyyy" He said while running towards me.   I turned my back and gave him poker and a fierce face and said "What?! Polo".   "Oh Chill, Abby. I'm just here to walk with you as usual" He said.   But I know he won't just walk with me, for sure he will brag about the girls he has and keep telling jokes he used to those girls. Yes, you're right. He is the most annoying and nonsense animal I mean a person. But Polo and I are not so good friends but still friends and for knowing him I could say he is my best friend but the weirdo one.   "Ringggggggggg!" The sounds of the bell of our School.   "As usual we made it not so late but just exactly, so I will just wait for you in Gate 2. Have a great daaaay, Abby!" Then he walks to his class.   As I sit in my chair looking at the window in my room, I know that my life in this School is my greatest escape like other students, far away from my nagging monster auntie and far away from my endless obligation and responsibility.   Lucky I am my first subject is with Miss Maricar, my favorite professor, her attitude and subject are like the best for me maybe because she also believes in the concept of dreaming.   "Okay Class, keep a little more forward and compress, we will have our Literature Presentation," Miss Maricar said.   I don't have a bully story in School but maybe School is my fairytale my escape, I can breathe free here.   "Class dismiss, please do all your homework and submit it on time". She said.   "Wait, Miss," I said.   "Yes, Abby, what can I do for you?" She asked.   "Miss, is there a possibility that dreams become a reality?" I asked.   "Yes, It can be. The more you think of it the more your minds and thoughts attract it to happen" She answered together by holding my cheeks.   Then she walks towards the door but she suddenly stops and looks back at me again.   "Abby, tic-tac time's up, start making your real-world decisions before everything becomes too late. Just have a little step forward in your real world. I promise it's way much better than your dreams''. She said and smiled at me.   Actually I really don't know what to feel anymore, I mean I really don't know how's real-life feels like, because the real-life I have to keep makes me feel nothing and worthless, so why live in it?   And I sit in my chair again, bow down and close my eyes.    "Why" "How"   These only two words come to my mind. I hate what my real life brings me, only my dreams are the only beautiful thing I have right now.    "There you are," Polo said. "What happens? Are you okay? Obviously not, go tell" He followed.   I don't reply, there are no words coming out in my mouth.   "Are you asleep? have you entered your dream world? He said. "No," I answered. "I just bow down for a while," I said.   It's break time and there is only one favorite spot for me in the entire School, not the library not the cafeteria but in the oldest tree living in our School and I called it "Pita".   I sit under that tree, Pita makes me relax every time I sit under it.   "Why keep dreaming Abby? If you can make your real-world instead?" Polo asked.   "Why keep being so annoying and so nonsense Polo?" I replied.   "Abby, I mean for real. Even though I see your eyes wide open you look like you're still in your dreams". He said. "What really makes your dreams beautiful for you but in fact, it doesn't happen in your real life?" Polo said while he is playing a leaves besides me   And every time people will ask me to make my real world, It makes me stop and question myself with my only question "How to make a real-world?".