I have a really overactive imagination and so this means I launch into daydreams and stories in my head during the lulls of my school day. I have a hard time creating character but I have such interesting peers, I make them the characters of my daydreams.
I always think about stuff people say we can't do during school like randomly jumping up on a desk and dancing around or going up to the white board in the middle of a teacher's lecture and drawing a picture of a flower. The funny thing is, we very well could do these things. Yes, we would have to live with the consequences of our strange behavior but honestly, what is stopping us? Teenagers have a fear of being silly or doing something just because. So, I put my friends in these situations and imagine what my daily life would be like if people acted in such a manner. (Yes, it would be chaos, but it sure is fun to daydream about things of this nature)
For example, here is one scenario I would absolutely love to see become a reality, however cheesy you may think me. I thought of this one day while walking out to my car after school. (This is written in the form of a story.)
As I was walking out to my car, I realized I couldn't find my keys. Then I looked up and saw Him there, just waiting with a smirk that would make your heart melt. I saw in His hand my keys and tried to think of a time where He could have pick pocketed me or seen me leave them somewhere. With a sigh of relief I ran to him to take them so I could get home. He playfully withholds them and walks over to the drivers side and starts the car with the radio on. He walks back to me with stereo blasting my favorite song (My favorite song constantly changes so I can't give you specific title) and says "I'm holding your keys for ransom until you agree to dance with me, right here, right now." (Did I forget to mention it was raining, because rain makes this story 10x more interesting) I put my backpack in my car and take my jacket off as well, no reason to get completely soaked right? I look back to see his hand stretched out for me to take. I laugh at how formally He has presented his drenched gesture but I take his hand anyways. We dance in the rain with our class mates walking by. I don't seem to notice because I am getting lost in the music. The song changes and the beat is a little fast paced to dance together, so He starts to whip out his dorky dance moves we see at the Stake Dances. The rain picks up and He opens the door to my car. I walk over and see He came prepared and has put a towel on my seat. I look at him before I get in and he has the biggest smile on his face and without saying a word, kisses me on the cheek and walks away. I close the door and turn down the blasting radio and see the note left on my steering wheel. Written in his best handwriting manageable is simply, 'Thank you for the dance'.
Yes, I am very detail oriented but how cool would that be!? I capitalized He, His, and Him because I do have a specific boy in mind that might possibly do that but of course I would never tell him that.
Some of my daydreams aren't as romantic or detailed as that but it sure is fun making up stories about my friends. I sometimes feel like I am Walter Mitty. I go off on these weird adventures and then I am interrupted and remember I have the real world to worry about.
I'm saved by the bell, then I'm off to another class to make up stories for another hour and a half.
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