Michael Finley began walking to his room, very exasperated from the day's occurrences. Michael was a diminutive adolescent with short black hair and dazzling blue eyes. Michael was wearing what he wore every single day, his decrepit blue jeans, a tangerine shirt and his bulky brown boots. Michael was a quiet and coy youth who had very few friends. Because he had very few friends , Michael became very introspective. Michael meandered aimlessly, cogitating about his …showed first 75 words of 314 total…

…showed last 75 words of 314 total…past, he only cared what was happening now. Michael did something that he hadn't in a long time; smile. In the morning, his friends departed after a night of celebration and companionship, and Michael walked to his room. He once again lay down on his bed and started to contemplate. But this time, Michael didn't contemplate unhappily but contemplated blissfully. Michael's dream was accomplished, but there was only one problem; it was just a dream.