Desperation Is A Tender Trap

Date: 6/28/2018

This has probably been the dream that has shaken me up the most. It’s frustrating, in a way that I can’t understand. So, it’s the second half of the school year, and it’s time to switch electives. I’m guessing in the world that this dream took place in, physical education was only for half a year. I was now going to technology education, a class that I never liked. I hated leaving my PE teacher because I always felt safe and happy around him, and now I was going to a teacher who had worked in the military trying to protect men from being blown up. You can see the drastic change between the two, as they’re both loud men, yet one of them is rough around the edges. So it started in the Tech Ed classroom, I remember that. And this was strange, to me, cause Clarke and Bellamy from The 100 were students there, but they looked the way they did on the show. So of course, that raised an eyebrow from eight grade me. I remember there was another guy, but I didn’t know who he was. I guess you could say he was the antagonist. So this dude decides that hurting Clarke is the best thing that he can do, so Bellamy and I are almost her body guards, and we hide her everywhere, making sure that this kid isn’t within a ten feet radius from her. At this point, the teacher doesn’t do anything, and we have tried to hide her two times. I felt very desperate, trying to do anything to protect her. Now it was time for lunch, I was hungry, but I didn’t eat. I believed protecting Clarke was more important than cardboard like pizza. Half an hour passes, and Bellamy and I have made up a master plan, which included me hiding Clarke in a big cabinet where we’re supposed to put our bottle rockets in. The kid comes back, and once again, he’s searching for Clarke to hurt her, god knows why. Once he get closer to the cabinet she’s in, I start crying, grabbing his shoulders as he inspects every drawer and cabinet. And he opens the one she’s in, but her feet are sticking out, and she’s also moving. I start obsessively crying, shoving him against the ground, and I hear people saying,”I bid 15 on her.” Turns out, my little outburst was what saved Clarke because she was able to make a hole in the wall, and escape before he got to her.