DREAM ON is a story about a boy who is transported back to the times of the gladiators in Rome... or was it? I can't quite recall anymore... I would be going through the story again as I retype it here...
DISCLAIMER: All scenes, characters, names and places that may be similar to real situations are all coincidental and are just made up by a 12-year old kid.
“Hmmmm! This tastes
delicious, dear,” Mr. Williams said as he took a bite on his steak.
“Well thank you for
the complimen,t dear,” the housewife said.
“Mikey, what
happened in school today?” asked his dad.
“Nothing much. Like always…okay…” he said gloomily.
“Why so sad, my
son? You even have not touched your food
yet. What’s the problem, dear?” asked
Mrs. Williams anxiously.
“Are you still
thinking of your dream last night?” asked his dad.
“It’s not really
that… I’m thinking about our new teacher.
She looks like the one in my dream,” he paused. “And I noticed that I look a little like her. Do you think she could be my relative of some
sort?”
“And Dad, I’m
already at the right age to know who my parents are. Can you allow me to search for them?” he
pleaded.
“We don’t want to
lose you. We won’t allow you to search
for them,” she protested.
“I just want to
meet them. It doesn’t mean that I’ll
forget all about you,” Mikey answered.
“Well, that is what
you’re giving us as the reason? We won’t let you and that’s final! Do you understand?” Mr. Williams asked
sternly.
“Yes, Dad,” he
answered helplessly.
“Now finish your
food and go straight to your room,” Mr. Williams said.
“Yes, Dad,” the boy
answered.
“Now go!” his dad
said.
So he stood up and
sadly went to his room, looking back at his dad.
“Dear, don’t be too
cruel on the child,” Mrs. Williams protested.
“Well it’s the
right discipline for him,” Mr. Williams said determined.
When Mikey reached
his room, he opened door, slammed it and locked the door. As he had done this he fell on his bed and
started crying.
“Why…why…why me?!”
Mikey said weeping. “Why do I have to be
an adopted child… lost… in a way I don’t know where I belong…” he continued.
After uttering
this, he rolled back and forth on his bed, punching the mattress and pillow,
growling and throwing his pillow and the air and catching it with a punch.
As he rested his
anger, he started his crying again, crying himself to sleep.
And in no time, he
was dozing off in a deep slumber.
And as usual, he
was again having his dream.
He was back to the
small dark cell seeing nothing but darkness.
And in a flash, a spark of light appeared. He again saw a figure. He was the old man with a small wooden
cane. He looked like a sorcerer or a
hermit.
And in a snap,
Mikey was with him in the dark cel.
“Where am I?” he
asked.
No one
answered. The old man just kept on
staring at him.
“What are you doing
here?” Mikey asked.
But he did not
reply. He just kept on staring at him.
And then suddenly….
R-R-R-R-R-R-I-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-N-G-G-G-G!
“Huh! What happened?”
Mikey woke up
amidst his dream wondering…
“How did I get
inside my dream?” he paused. “Who is
that old man? And what is he doing there
in the… I don’t understand! What is
going on?”
“Mikey, wake up,”
his mom shouted.
“Yes Mom, I’m coming,”
Mikey answered.
“Hurry up, food is
ready,” his mom retorted.
As he heard this,
he quickly got up, opened his cabinet and got his towel and went to the
bathroom. As he finished, he opened his
closet and got a pair of jeans and a blue-printed t-shirt. He also got his rubber shoes and wore it
together with his black blazer and went out his room.
As he went out of
his room, he dashed for the stairs and he slid down the banister to the
kitchen. But he did not notice the
statue at the end of the stairs until he hit it and fell on the floor.
Upon rising… “Ouch!
That’s some great move! I’ll do it
better next time… if there is a next time,” he said while rubbing his knees in
pain.
“Mom! What’s for breakfast?” he asked as he was
dragging his leg into the kitchen.
“Why are you
dragging your leg in here?” his mom asked.
“Well Mom I think
when I grow up, I want to be a stuntman,” Mikey said with a smile.
“Well you deserve
it for being so rough,” Mrs. Williams said.
“Now sit down and wait for your food.”
“Oh Mom, I
remember,” he paused. “I’m sorry about
last night. I hope you can forgive me.”
His mother did not
reply, she just paid attention to what she was doing.
As Mikey heard no
reply from his mother, he just frowned and pouted.
After a few
minutes, Mrs. Williams was bringing in the food of Mikey.
“Here’s your food,
Mikey. Eat up!” she exclaimed.
“Mom, where’s Dad?”
Mikey asked.
“He has an
important meeting to go to so he left early.
You have to use your bike for today.
Finish your food so you can start your trip early,” she retorted.
As he finished his
breakfast, he gave his mom a kiss and went to the garage to get his bike.
As he rode his bike
to school, he passed by Jeremy walking by the sidewalk.
“Hi, Jeremy!” he said
as he stopped by him.
“Oh hi, Mikey! What’s a coincidence seeing you here…” Jeremy
said.
“Do you want a lift
to school?” Mikey asked.
“If you don’t
mind…” Jeremy said.
“Of course
not. Hop on and we’ll be late for
school,” retorted Mikey.
“Okay,” Jeremy
said.
So Jeremy rode at
the back of Mikey’s bike and they were on their way to school.
As they arrived at
school…
“We’re here!”
exclaimed Mikey. “But before we go
inside our room, I’ll put my bike at the bicycle stand and lock it.”
“Okay, I’ll wait
for you here,” proclaimed Jeremy.
As Mikey finished,
he met Jeremy where he left him and together they entered their campus.
Upon entering the
school, they saw Kate, Liza and Livie striding up the stairs.
“Kate! Liza! Livie!
Wait up!” shouted Mikey.
Upon hearing this,
the three girls stopped as they waited for the two boys.
“You’re late. It’s almost five minutes before the bell
rings,” Liza exclaimed.
“Well it’s hard to
get here by bike,” proclaimed Mikey.
“Never mind. Enter our classroom before the bell rings,”
Kate said.
“But before that
let’s keep our things in our lockers,” Livie said.
“Okay,” Jeremy
said.
So they entered
their campus and passed by their lockers.
“Livie, can I
borrow your notebook in English?” Liza asked.
“Yes of
course. I’ll just get it from my bag,”
retorted Livie.
“Hurry up! The bell
will ring any minute!” proclaimed Kate.
“Okay we’re done!
Let’s go now,” Livie said.
So as they entered
the room, they sat at their respective seats waiting for the bell to ring.
“Oh Jeremy, did you
bring your book?” Mikey asked.
“What book?” he
said.
“The book about how
you can go back in time through your dreams,” Mikey said.
“Ah it’s with me…
why?” Jeremy asked.
“Can I borrow it?”
asked Mikey.
“Yeah sure. I’ll just get it from my desk,” Jeremy said.
As he looked
through his things in his desk, he found the book and handed it to Mikey,
saying… “Here it is.”
“Thank you. Can I return it to you tomorrow?” pleaded
Mikey.
“Sure,” Jeremy answered.
And then…
R-R-R-R-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-N-G-G-G-G
“I better go back
to my seat,” Mikey uttered to himself.
As Mikey and the
other children sat in their chairs, Ms. Austin appeared with a smile on her
face.
“Good morning,
class.”
“Good morning, Ms.
Austin,” everyone chorused.
“Okay bring out
your notebooks and I’ll check your homework,” she said as she opened her class
record.
“Please pass your notebooks
to the front, quietly,” she instructed.
So everyone got
their notebooks and passed it towards the front.
“At the count of
three…1…2…3… Very slow!” she proclaimed.
“Okay class, as I
check your homework, please copy this,” Ms. Austin said as she instructed Mikey
to hang it on the board.
“Mikey can you hang
this there,” she pointed.
“Yes, ma’am,” Mikey
said.
As he finished, he
went back to his seat being welcomed by his friends.
“Bravo! Bravo! What
a fine performance,” Kate said jokingly.
“A fine performance
indeed,” Liza said.
“Hush! Stop that!”
Mikey protested.
“Sssssh! Quiet please,”
Ms. Austin said.
After that warning,
everyone got their books and copied… except for Mikey.
“May I see that!”
said Kate as she grabbed the book Mikey was reading.
“Hey! I’m still reading that!” Mikey
exclaimed. “Give that back to me!”
“Okay…okay you’ll
have your book,”’ Kate said.
“What is the cause
of the commotion? Mr. Miller? Ms.
Lawrence?” Ms. Austin said. “Keep quiet
please.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they
answered.
So they went back
and finished what they were copying.
As they finished…
“Let’s talk about
what you have just copied,” the teacher said.
“Mikey please
explain the first item,” she said.
As he stood up, he
started explaining the first item.
While he was
explaining… “Kate, put the book of Mikey on his chair so that when he sits on
it…” Liza said mischievously.
“If you say so…”
Kate said.
So as Mikey
finished, Kate quickly put the book beneath him.
“Hey! What is
this?” Mikey said as he held the book.
“Well it is a
book,” Liza exclaimed.
Everyone was
laughing until Ms. Austin quieted them down.
“Quiet please… this
is the last warning!” Ms. Austin exclaimed.
“You know even
though Ms. Austin looks sweet her mouth is as noisy as a herd of mooing cows.”
“No, like a gorilla
out of his cage,” exclaimed Kate as Liza started laughing.
“Hey shut up!”
Livie said furiously – not her usual sweet self.
So again they were
all listening to the teacher.
“I’m getting
bored!” proclaimed LIvie.
“Don’t you know
what the lesson is all about?” asked Kate.
“What?” asked
Livie.
“What else except
the sense of boringness!” exclaimed Liza.
“But of course!”
exclaimed Livie.
“Shut up!” Ms.
Austin said. “If you don’t want me to
throw you out of this class you better shut up…”
So after this
furious announcement, the children all kept quiet and waited for the bell.
And in no time…
R-R-R-R-I-I-I-I-N-N-N-N-G-G-G-G!
“Yehey!” Kate said.
“Free again!”
exclaimed Liza.
“Come! Let’s go out
and buy our snack,” Livie said back to her own sweet self.
“Hey Mikey! Come on
let’s go!” invited Jeremy.
“Are you still
stuck on that book?” Liza asked snapping her fingers in front of his eyes.
“Hey! What’s
happening to you?” asked Livie.
But Mikey was still
reading his book like he was hypnotized.
“Never mind about
him… let’s go!” proclaimed Jeremy.
As they left the room, Mikey was still reading
his book.
He said to
himself, “It is writer here that you can
go through time by thinking of a sweet thought… A sweet thought? What sweet thought?”
“Hey there’s
another thing written here,” he paused.
“You need something that will remind you of the past.”
“What can I use?”
Mikey mumbled.
“Never mind…I’ll
just think of this later on when I go home,” he said.
Now I know what my writing style was when I was a kid... it's as if I was simply telling a story... straight forward and all... no descriptions and just the basics... Well... I am still cringing hahaha
