As you yawn you try hard to remember the interesting dream you had of what you remember to be yourself sitting in your 10th grade class taking notes d...ligently while the other students doze off around you. Rubbing your short brown hair you ponder going back to sleep, but suddenly you get a burst of energy triggered from the reminder this is your first day back to school after not going for almost two years. Hopping out of your bed clumsily you scurry to through on your school uniform you. The guards happily enforced it, confiscating all your mail if you happened to keep one extra piece of blessed correspondence from the ones who still professed to love you. I looked over her letters. I read each of them again, and then carefully selected the oldest one, folded it into thirds and placed it lovingly inside the letter written over the past two days. Then I reached for notebook containing my growing poetic efforts and carefully tore out the page with my latest poem. I sat down on. ’ ‘It’s alright, truly. I was just wondering if you were gonna come to bed tonight? It’s one already.’ ‘Yeah, I’m coming.’ He notices, probably for the millionth time, as she put down her book and stretched her back, how utterly gorgeous she is. At 5 foot 11, she is taller than most girls, but her height did nothing to detract from her beauty. She had waist length black hair, grass-green eyes, and a strawberries-and-cream complexion. She had a lithe figure, not skinny, but definitely not heavy.. ‘She just likes to flirt,’ I thought. ‘There is no way I would get lucky enough to have any hope with an exquisite young beauty like her. You are way too old Carl, you have no chance.’ Ah, but I did have a chance, as it happened. Cat and Ashley had to brave the rain, and leave, to return for a part of their course. As we were saying goodbye, she took her mobile out and looked at it, and then me, rather meaningfully. I took the bait. ‘Maybe we can do this again? You might even get to win next.