Ah, Jackie Rodriguez, she was the one.   Shakespeare could not describe her in a poem.  The best botanist in the world could not plant a more beautiful flower.  Michelangelo could not have sculpted a more perfect figure.

I first got the idea on a Friday night.  The next day of class, I would gather up the nerve to ask her to the school dance.  I had it all planned out.  I would meet her during lunch while she was talking to her group of friends.  I would ask to have a private word with her.  It was flawless. 

That night I fell soundly asleep with the thought of Jackie dancing by my side…

The next morning I got out of bed and went to my classes as usual.  Every minute stretched out to an eternity as the hand on the clock struck closer and closer to 12.  I couldn’t focus on my work, I was so nervous.

Finally, 12 o’clock came around and the bell rang.  It was time.

 I walked out to the quad, and saw her standing by her friends, her beautiful hair shining in the sunlight.  I tapped her on the shoulder and asked if I could have a private word.  As she stepped away from her circle of friends, one of her friends accidentally dropped a glass bottle of Mountain Dew, which shattered on the ground, its fluorescent green contents splashing all over the concrete.  Ignoring this, I looked Jackie right in the eye and asked, “Jackie will you go to the dance with me?”

But before I had finished speaking, someone standing nearby punched me in the stomach and I keeled over, the wind knocked out of me.

 “Ahhhhhh! “  I sat up in my bed, sweating, and instantly placed my hand on my belly.  It was fine.  I let out a deep sigh.  It was just a dream. 

I got out of bed and spent the rest of the day at the beach with some friends.  It was a beautiful Saturday, I only wished Jackie was there to enjoy it with me.  As the sun was setting and we got back into our cars, I was exhausted.  When I got home, I immediately flopped onto my bed and fell asleep to the same dream I had the night before…

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