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panic.
    Did I go into a coma? How long could this dream possibly last? This is ludicrous, I thought as I continued trying to force myself to wake up, splashing cold water onto my face to see if that would help… NOT!
    How could this be? This couldn’t possibly be real, could it? What to do, think girl think!
    Drawing in a deep breath, I tried to steady my irregular breathing. A massive tumor pressing against my brain would be an easy explanation, making all of this just a figment of my imagination.
    That’s it!
    Alright. First, I need some clothes to throw on… then more than likely, A CT SCAN . I’ll just go and sit in my room calmly and wait to wake up.
    Slowly cracking open the bathroom door, I peeked my head out first because who knows who else is in the house with me. This event may not be real, but running into either one of my parents right now would open up a world of hurt that I would rather keep sealed, thank you very much.
    Why couldn’t there have been a towel in the bathroom to wrap myself in? Was that really asking too much?
    It was easily a good thirty feet back to my room and unless I wanted to wrap myself up in the germ infested looking bath mat, I had to return the same way I came… in my birthday suit .
    I looked both ways down the hall and made a mad dash for my room, slamming and locking the door behind me.
    Breathless, I limped back to the canopy bed where Jayden laid, still waiting for me.
    That must have been the noisiest escape of all time… who didn’t hear my retreat? The hallway was lined with this awful clear, plastic runner that made more noise than humanly possible when you walked on it. I almost broke my freakin’ neck tripping over the stupid thing, only to discover pointy little spikes on the bottom that left huge red welts on the top of my foot.
    Man, I’m surprised I’m not bleeding. I hated that runner as a kid. What the hell was my mother thinking back then, lining the halls with that deathtrap?
    “Expecting someone?” Jay asked, unsure of what to make of my sudden odd behavior.
    “Where is everyone? Are others here?” I asked him as if he were a creature from another planet.
    He pulled me down onto the bed so I could lie next to him again. Well , the boy definitely feels real.
    “Love, are you okay?”
    “Just answer the question, Jay.” I told him, feeling somewhat silly. If he wasn’t real, then I was really just talking to myself and wasn’t it a little known fact that if you started answering yourself, then you’re insane!
    Great, that was all I needed… I’ve gone COMPLETELY MENTAL!
    “It’s Friday. Your parents are at work and your brothers are at school… why?”
    “We’re ditching?” I said appalled, as if it was beneath me to do such a thing.
    “No. We’re celebrating, remember?” He corrected while trying to smooth down some of my wild bed head.
    “Cel..e..brating what exactly?”
    “Your birthday silly!” he said while rolling his eyes at me playfully.
    My birthday... pleez … it’s nowhere near my damn birthday. “Wait. Hold up. What day is it?”
    “Uhhhhh, June, June 14th”
    “ Right! And what year… is it… exactly?”
    “Are you sure you didn’t slip and hit your head while you were in the bathroom?” he teased.
    Therefore, I just stared at him cross-eyed like he was the one losing his darn mind instead of vice versa. After a moment or so of this stern look, he finally decided to humor me and answered the question with “1990”.
    “1990. Huh, that would make me what? Sixteen. I’m sixteen years old today?” I said talking more to myself than to him.
    Yup folks! Just like I thought … I’m trapped in a freakin’ nightmare.
    Ring, Ring, Ring the telephone wailed, interrupting my mental breakdown.
    “Aren’t you going to answer that?” Jay said when I didn’t move a muscle and ignoring the phone completely.
    It’s not for me, I thought sarcastically. Who the hell could possibly be calling me in 1990?
    Ring, Ring,