Voices

Two dreams My dad, brother and my foster-brother said that men are better than women on everything. My sister and I got very upset but did not had a chance to tell them off. So I poked my brother with a stick in his stomach and yelled: "Too bad it was not a harpoon!" Everybody laughed and my sister told me I had a sassy comeback as always. Then we tried to do everything to prove the guys wrong. I was in Italy, just paying a visit to my old school there from when I studied abroad. I had a looong conversation with the principle who asked me questions... strangly in english but I liked it. We had a really good time. She asked me what I wanted to do with my life and I was thinking really hard to come up with a good answer. The principle wanted me to come back, but not sure how though. She was talking and talking and talking. I realized that I no longer really knew where I was. Was not it a part of my own hometown just right outside the window? I wanted to end the conversation but principle seemed so determinded to keep talking about things I could do if I wanted to stay there, Which I did not want. She wanted me to dye my hair blonde but I did not want that. She took me outside to a balcoony and asked me if there were any guys I would like to date but as soon as I looked. I only saw guys that I already knew. Some even from kindergarden. I refused and told her that I already knew these guys and did not want anything to do with them. She became very angry and headed inside again. It was time for her to have a lesson. So I decided to run with my old friend's younger brother, who I never really spoke to. We quickly ran away from the school and tried to get to a bus stop. Suddenly I could hear the principle's vocie behind me. She was furious! I was not far from the bus stop when I stopped running and looked back. The young brother was gone but the principal stood there instead, looking at me with sadness in her eyes. First I thought she was going to beg me not to go but what she told me made me go insane. The younger brother was hit by a bus... the very same bus we were supposed to take to get away from this place. I ran away from the bus stop and kept going until I was hit myself by a car. Suddenly spirits appeared on the streets, singing and laughing. But not I, because I cried. I covered my face with the hands and cried as loudly as I could. Until I heard my mother's voice. She wanted someone to hold the dogs' leashes and take them to a field. I gladly took the dogs over there and found three presents for each pet. The cat was not there though. I opened the first gift. It was a perfume bottle... MY perfume. I glanced at my dog that was sitting down and paying attention to the bottle. I realized that I had chose the wrong path and cried because I was not there for my dog anymore. I could not pet him, feed him or talk to him. He could not even see me! I could not help but to cry even harder. I just wanted it to be a dream.