Date: 5/22/2017
By Peachiie
Last night, I had a dream about a boy in my school named Ezra. We had a streak, but today it had reached 100. On the screen, his name was Esara Shharpè which, for some reason, set me off on this gigantic rant. From then on. I would not shut up on how his name was spelled. This was all in a grassy, empty soccer stadium.