Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2004 21:32:32 -0500
From: James Clark <niftywriterjc@hotmail.com>
Subject: Out of a Dream: Chapter 2- Amazing

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     Out of a Dream
             by:
     James Clark

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     Chapter 2- Amazing

     The next morning I get up and trudge my way to the bathroom.  Looking
in the mirror, I notice my hair fading a bit from dark to light blue, so I
make a mental note to re-dye it soon.  After I shave and shower, I pick
adidas cologne and deodorant, my smiley-face tee-shirt, and a pair of dark
blue baggy jeans to wear.  I can't get Wyatt off my mind.  The way he acted,
the way he looked-- WOW!  I can't wait to see him again.  He's just,
amazing.

     As soon as fourth block rolls around, I actually HURRY to class and
take my seat, waiting for him to come in the door.  It seems like forever
before I see his face and grin to myself.  I can't believe I missed him that
much when I only met him yesterday, but it seems like we've known each other
longer.  It's just that he's the only person I've ever met who seems to
understand me.  I just wonder HOW MUCH he understands about me.

     Oh my God, if its even possible, he's even cuter than yesterday!  I
love just seeing his face.  Wyatt walks through the door and takes his seat
behind me.

     "What's goin' on, James?", Wyatt says with a sheepish smile.  I'm
startin' to suspect... nah.  Nick gives us that weird look again, but Coach
Woody starts talking, so that breaks up the conversation early.

     "Okay everybody, we're gonna go take a stress quiz today.  Somebody's
gonna have to use the computer in here 'cause there aren't enough in the
library.  James, do you mind using the one in here?".

     "Ok, Coach", I say.  I really want to spend time with Wyatt, but I
don't want to act like an ass in front of him by complaining about it,
either.

     "Alright, go to colorquiz.com and take the quiz.  Print the results and
hold on to them.  Let's go", he says.  Everyone else leaves to go to the
library, and I sit in front of the computer in the corner of the room.  I
log on, pull up IE, and go to colorquiz.com.  I start the quiz, and am
instructed to pick the color that makes me feel best until all are chosen
once.  I go through the process and look at my results.

     "Your Existing Situation: You feel misunderstood, and this hampers your
unique personality.  This has lead to a lack of self-confidence.  You long
for a sensitive, serious relationship, a lifetime partner".

     I get so sad as I read this.  A computer can understand in three
minutes what no one in three years had.  My eyes started tearing up then.
All of a sudden, Wyatt walks back into the room.

     "Hey man, just came back to get my--hey, are you allright?", he asks,
walking toward me with a concerned look.

     I just sniffle, blink back the tears, and force a grin.

     "Yeah, I'm fine", I croak out.  Wyatt lays a hand on my shoulders,
which makes me feel way better just by itself.

     "Do you by any chance have some papers and a lighter?", he asks with a
mischevious smile.

     "Yeah, why?", I ask.

     "Wanna skip next block and hit the park to inhale some ganja?", he asks
with a huge, toothy grin.

     "Hell yeah, let's go!", I say.

     "I thought that might cheer you up some", he says.

     "Well, let's go".

     We walk the halls to get to the best place to leave from.  The outside
door right beside the
office, ain't that some shit?  We waltze right outside and take a left
towards the park across the street.  After we're across, we're home free.
There is a slide that has an enclosed little room underneath it.  We climbe
in and sit side-by-side on a little bench.  He hands me the weed and I roll
two perfect joints.  I hand them to Wyatt and he fires up the first one and
passes it to me.  After both are gone, and conversation dies down a little,
he puts a hand on my leg and looks at me seriously.

     "James, I need to ask you something really important, and please be
honest, and don't be afraid to tell me the truth", he says, his blue eyes
boring into mine...



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