Zukin's Dream Journal! <3

It was the end of the school day, and I was walking to an after school club. Two boys were being jerks, so I told them to...go away. I finally found the meeting place in a classroom, and the 2 men where there. Ugh. I sat in the front and ignored them. After about 20 minutes in the meeting, the phone rang and the teacher answered it.

"Yes, she's here," He said. He looked at me and motioned for me to come to the front of the room.

"He wants you downstairs now. Someone has reported that you have been carrying weapons to school," He says. Whaaat?

I march downstairs to the commons where an officer takes me outside. We walk into town and sit on the curb.

"Have you been doing drugs?" He asks violently.

"No, I have not," I respond.

"Tell me the truth," He says, louder.

"What makes you think I'm even on drugs?"

"GOD DAMMIT TELL THE TRUTH!!!" Strangers begin to stare.

"What the hell? I'm not even on prescription drugs!" I yell back, "I've had enough of this shit." I pick up my backpack and walk away.

The next afternoon as I am walking home I realize that I forgot my sketchpad back on the street curb. I walk into a small store and ask if they have it. A cute Asian store manager hands me my sketchpad with my little drawings.

I sit outside her store against the brick wall and begin to draw. The officer sits beside me. Oh god, not him again. From my peripheral view I can see that he is balding, he doesn't have much hair as it is. He is Caucasian and a little chubby.

"I am sorry for my behavior yesterday," He says cooly.

"Whatever," I'm thinking about leaving.

"Look around you," He says. We are now in a bigger city, a little smaller than New York City, and people are bustling around us. We are still sitting with our backs against a building wall. "The people here know nothing of awareness, and I don't want you to lose you're awareness either." What did he mean by awareness?

"Keep the light inside you burning strong, and never let it die."