Originally Posted by
Evening Moon
Here's how it started: I was just wandering aimlessly through the hallways of my school, not sure where I wanted to go. Then out of nowhere, I see this big crowd of kids who are in my grade, and they are all standing around my friend. I get a little closer and see that my friend is laying on the ground with his eyes closed, and everyone in the crowd has a pen in their hand, and they are drawing on him. there were designs all over his skin. He was just letting them do it too, ( he looked pretty helpless.)
So I go over to someone in the crowd and ask them what’s going on. They say that it's my friend's birthday, and they are drawing on him to celebrate. Then somebody else from the crowd comes over and hands me a purple pen so I can draw on him too. I get really angry, and tell that person that I’d never draw on my friend, and everyone else should stop too because it‘s mean. But nobody listened to me, they just continue their fun, and once they ran out of room on his skin for their drawings, they all lift him up and drop him in a bucket of water. When they pulled him out, his skin was clean, and they start back up again with their stupid drawings (meanwhile my friend was staying completely still, he seemed as if he was unconscious) I kept trying to get the crowd to stop drawing on him, but nobody was listening to me. so I just give up and continue walking through the school (Which is empty, cause everyone is too busy drawing) But for some reason I keep that purple pen in my pocket, and I keep looking at it, wonderingly, as if I wasn’t cool, or popular enough to be given that shiney purple inked pen, and asked to draw on my friend like eveyone else was.
I felt really sad when I woke up.
A few things that you might need to know about my friend is that he's really really popular...everybody at my school loves him, and wants to be his friend. (I'm not very popular, that's why, in my dream, I thought it was strange that the people in the crowd invited me to draw with them.)
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