I hate going to class. From sunrise to noon I sit in this chair, scribbling away facts I never wanted to know. To pass tests that mean nothing to me. All for a job that I will never love. But I have to do this. Otherwise I'll become a failure. A parasite on society. Nothing more than a living corpse, going to class allows me to survive in a sense. But what's the point of living if you don't want to wake up in the morning? I know this is my fault. There's no unfulfilled dreams kept from me in this class. I have no drive to succeed any other way. All I can do is take this path laid out for me. And I hate everything about that.

  My teacher begins to pack his belongings in his bag. Class ended without me noticing it. I guess he was as bored as me. Well, it doesn't actually matter. I'll pack up my things and drive home. I shuffle my feet out the door, trying not to stand too close to any of my classmates. The sun's bright rays shine through the windows. It's a beautiful day outside. There's a handful of small clouds floating by. Floating by without a care in the world. I'm jealous, of a cloud no less. I really am pathetic.

  Once outside I pause for a bit to search for my car. I see my station wagon under the shade of some nearby trees. In front of my car is an unopened wine bottle in front of my car. I wanted to kick it away but I noticed something moving inside the bottle. Must be a mouse, I thought. It'll be cruel to leave it there, I'll free it and go home. With a satisfying pop, I took off the cork top and tried to empty it.

  Nothing fell out.

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  What am I doing? Because I have no common sense I tried saving a life that was never there. In what I thought would be a normal day, I somehow made myself become even more pathetic. I placed the bottle back down. The bottle didn't do anything wrong, no reason to take out my frustration on it. But there's now an uneasy feeling I can't get rid of. I thought it was my disappointment but something isn't right. I looked around the parking lot. Not a soul in sight. But then...why does it feel like I'm being watched?

  I drove home, eager to escape that unsettling feeling. With a sudden thud I drop my bag to the ground. Now I can do the only thing I'm good at now. Video Games. As of now, I have more combined hours playing these games than hours I attended class. The reason should be obvious. It's an escape. That sinking feeling from doing the same thing over and over. I hate it, I hate it so much. There's no exciting adventure waiting for me in the real world. No cute girls that will break down my emotional walls. And no way for me to leave behind a monument that proves I was alive. Because in the real world when I die, everyone will forget about me.

  My TV flashes my game's main menu. It's only 4 pm and I'm exhausted. If I go to sleep now I'll still have to go to class the next day. Why did I have to born in this world? Why can I not be a hero like my games? Why am I still alive? There's no good answers to my questions. I'm going to sleep. I lay on my bed, staring at my ceiling. As I drift away to sleep a blue light shimmers in the corner of my eye. Two smooth hands appear behind me. Someone is hugging me.

  A beautiful voice speaks out, "Leave it to me master, I'll make your wish come true."

  "Thanks," I say, "I appreciate it."

  I lose consciousness with a smile on my face. What a wonderful dream.