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Along with being my rant center I’ve decided this place is also going to be my dream journal spot :3 Especially since I’m not spamming anyone with these journals. They have to check my profile to see the journals :3 So… yep :3 I’ma begin now 8’D And I think I’ll put it in story form >3

**lol, I have almost every night so if you really want to keep up come back often ;3**


She collected her notebooks, worry in her hazel eyes. Her hands trembled as she reached for the remaining item; a turquoise backpack with little notes from her friends scratched all over it. As she pushed it over her shoulder, I attempted to read it, but failed to analyze the chicken scratch. Her feet scurried to the door, mine reeling after her.

“Mallory!” I called to her, my voice straining in concern.

Her brown frills whirled as her body curved around the corner of the desk. “What?” Her voice was abrasive, sour to the ear. I winced.

“Please… just relax. Come over to my house. I’ll help you out!”

“I can’t relax! I don’t have TIME to relax! I don’t have time for anything!” Her strength was fading and it was all to obvious. Her voice cracked and tears swelled in her eyes.

Extending my hand, I rubbed her cheek gently with my thumb. Her skin was velvety soft, the flushed pink exterior managing to make me smile faintly. “I’ll give you time. My house, tonight, okay?”

Slowly, she nodded.
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There was more to the dream but I didn’t feel like writing it out because it was too weird >.< We came home to my house and I led her into the bathroom and showed her how to take a bath ._. She still had her clothes on people, I don’t dream that bad >_< (and somehow the clothes stayed dry even in the water… >.< ) But we were playing with soap and bubbles and joking and then my dad came in (who is divorced from my mom and lives in PA which is across the country from me >.< ) and said Mallory had to go home >_< XD Yeah, I don’t know. I love my dreams no matter how weird they are <3
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… This is what I get for not reading and writing for awhile. It comes out suckish. D<
Ugh, and why Mallory? I’ve been over her for a few months and she showed me how much of a b***h she can be on Friday. Though, all the ‘hate’ aside, I did like the dream.