This is my entry for the contest promoted by @fireguardian here
I've never been a popular kid. I'm what you can call average: Not so many talents, but not completely worthless. I go to school everyday, I take all my classes, and I get out of school around 6PM. My days are boring as they can be, it's like I'm on a loop program for some boring video game. Maybe that's it. Maybe I'm just a second character in someone's game. Yeah, that's probably it. Someone must be having a lot of fun right now, while I'm just doing things over and over again. While I was cursing my own life, going to the bus, I notice that a group of kids were on the other side of the street, all looking at something on the floor. Normally I wouldn't care about this, but all the cool kids were there, and from the look on their faces, it didn't seem like they were making fun of anyone, nor they were boasting the new shoes they got. They faces looked like a distortion, something unnatural, something really extraordinary. So my eyes went down to what they were looking at. And never in my wild dreams I thought I would...
See me there on the floor!
Omg! What is that? It is a dream? Prank? Or did I die?
I ran towards the group, to make sure that the body on the floor was myself and it was yes. Now I notice everything in slow motion, further ahead there is a car standing crooked above the sidewalk and a man coming down from the car with his hands on his head, several other people running towards where I am. Nobody notices me, nobody realizes that I'm there, together looking at my own body. I died? Like? I didn't even feel pain, I didn't even notice ...
I scream, I jump, but everything is useless. No one is seeing me. And what happens now? Does anyone come for me? Will a stairway to heaven appear? I am more afraid than before. I overhear the conversation of the car driver telling the authorities, that the boy just crossed the street out of nowhere ... Wait a minute! This is true, I was so focused with myself on my thoughts, traveling in my mind that I didn't realize what was going on around me. My soul left my body and just kept crossing the street and that's when I noticed the group around! I don't know what else to think, do, where to go ... I want to cry, but I don't feel like it. I look everywhere looking for meaning until I see that man in a jacket and hat, staring at me. Is he seeing me? I look back to see if there was anyone else and there was no one, I look back at where the old man was and he was gone!
I'm getting suffocated, a pain in my chest starts to take over me, and the heat starts to increase more and more, now I feel a strong light dazzling me ...
I wake up, it was the sunlight hitting my bedroom window. I get up, put on my slipper and go to take my medicine that was on the bedroom door, waiting. I see the doctor walking down the hall and I call him to tell him about the dream I had. He tells me it was the hundredth time that I dream about it every day and tells me to turn on the TV and watch the tape that I would understand everything ...
