Prologue:

I walked down the hallways, holding my back pack strap and looking at my feet. When are people gonna understand, Popularity doesn't matter? I shifted my gaze towards a couple getting ready to kiss. I looked away and thought,' showoffs.'

All I wanted to do was get the day done and go to bed. Sleep was where I got to get away from everything. Most of my dreams were so good that I never wanted to wake up. Right as the dream gets good, you wake up and forget the whole thing.

My friend was hanging with other people now and really I just didn't care. I was still best friends with her in my dreams. She had forgot all about me for the spotlight of popularity. Popularity was for people who can't rely on just one or two people. They have to have everyone be their friends. As for me, I have better things to do than be popular.

I gave one last disgusted look at the couple and walked in class. Everyone who was popular was hanging with the other populars at one table. The other table was filled with the," not so popular but yet still popular." Then there was the me table. The one where everyone sits somewhere else and I get a whole table to myself. Never fails, always by myself. Not even one person.

The bell rung and people quieted down to a whisper. At the popular table I saw one of the people turn around and snicker at me. I worded out," Shut your face." It was quiet but he frowned and turned back around. I crossed my arms and began looking at the other table. They were playing rock, paper, scissors while I thought to myself it looked fun.

I lowered my head and heard the sound of a chair moving across to my table. I looked up and saw my old friend, Cameron, sitting at my table. "Whatcha need?" She looked at the chair by me and said," An extra chair." I pushed it towards her and muttered," Take it." She grabbed it and walked back to her table. Her boyfriend, Timmy, Sat down in the chair she had just pulled up. I watched in dismay and agony. My old best friend leaves me for her boyfriend. I see how it is.

I stared off into space and wondered whether I belonged. I day dreamed about having friends again and actually enjoying school. Maybe I ruined it for myself when I was younger but for gosh-sakes, we're in 8th grade. It was 8 years ago. I was a weirdo when I was younger. I was obsessed with dogs and thats all I talked about. Everyone thought I was weird and never hung around me. All I would do at recess is walk around. Alone. Yes. Alone.

"Can we borrow another chair?" Cameron asked. I turned around and calmly replied," And next do you want to 'borrow' someone's friendship just to trade it in for a more popular friend?" She looked at me in dismay and turned around. I just looked away and thought about how rude I am.

Maybe I should leave? Ditch class. No. I can't. I'd get in so much trouble. As SpiderMan once said," She will kill me, bring me back from the dead, just so she can kill me again." That "she" is my mother. She will hunt me down if I ditch. I better not.

I looked at my hands and thought how nice it would be to have powers. Like SpiderMan. I could be SpiderMan's girlfriend, SpiderWomen! Talking about SpiderMan around everyone would only make me more weird and unpopular.

I sighed and got my notes out. They were crinkled up and ripped. I looked at my bag and muttered," My bag is clean so what in the heck happened to them?" My bag really was clean for once. I had cleaned it out last week and it was still clean. Anger gripped at my heart and I felt my hands shaking. I just took a deep breath and dropped my notes on my desk. I finally knew what happened. Someone sabotaged me.

I thought for a moment and then whispered to myself," How though?" The same boy who snickered at me asked," Why are you talking to yourself, loser or are you talking to your imaginary friend?" His friends laughed at his comment and I retorted," How did you get so stupid or were you just born like that?" The guy next to him snickered and said," Burn."

Mrs. Rayburn came in and started teaching. I felt sleep tugging at my eyes. Finally darkness spilled over me and I was pulled into the world of dreams. Many dreams.