To my dismay, that twerp still haunts me in my dreams on occasion. Thankfully, when she appears in them, I do not let her turn them into nightmares. She just taints my dreams a bit with her evil—but I’ve learned by now that her wrath can’t hurt me anymore.

          One night I dreamt that we were in the courtyard of a strange, old building and she was holding little Jazzi hostage. My motherly instincts kicking in, I pulled the child out of the evil one’s arms. In response, the twerp yelled at me ferociously and shouted for one of our teachers.

          Thankfully, Jazzi and I were able to flee before she could pursue us, and we went into the quaint building. But the corridors were unfamiliar, and we didn’t know how to get back to where we started, or to our desired destination. What were they, and could they possibly have been the same place?

          We went outside again, found another entrance, and went back inside. In the end, we opened a door to a classroom with a wooden floor. The room was filled with students wearing classy school uniforms.

          That’s the last thing I remember before the dream faded away. But I had a feeling that these unfamiliar students were welcoming me, or at least curious about whom I was.

          I wonder what things will be like in high school. I know I’ll miss little Jazzi terribly, not to mention my friends, peers, and teachers. But perhaps at this point in my life, I’m happy to be leaving so much behind—especially the bad stuff. I just want a fresh start in a new place.

          Still, I’m glad I finally managed to stand up for myself—or at least protect those whom I love and care about. Even if it was only in a dream…

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Even if we can't stand up for ourselves, we must learn to stand up for others.

updated Aug 4 '09 by SaveTheUnicorns