• It was one of those chilly nights sometime in spring when the flowers have sprouted into the open air. I saw a form of a human body right before me, but hidden in a matter of ways. The trees had blocked out any lights that would have been on this late at night. I don’t know who; it’s not coming to mind. The persons coming closer, now I can feel it breathing. That’s when I got a clearer picture. I can’t see it clearly yet, but I can see it’s a male. I felt a pair of soft lips press against mine. Just as I caught a clear glimpse of the mysterious boy, the park’s form disappeared. And I heard a shout from where he had been...

    “Miss Chaplin!” calls Mrs. Lavenhill from the front of the classroom. My dream disappeared into thin air as soon as the call came. I heard the laughs from all corners of the classroom, when they saw my lips pressing outwards.