Jayden trembled in fear as he entered his dreaded living quarters, rushing into the “family room”. From the bloodshot eyes to the beat up face, you can tell that Jayden has not experienced the life of his dreams. As the youngest kid in his family, Jayden had always gotten the spotlight, the attention. Was is for a good reason? Now that is debatable. Besides his mother, he had no one. Think of a small kid with the clothes of a lost man and a growing heart of pain and sorrow, with the name of Jayden. “What are you doing?!?!” Clarissa howled in a queen like manner. “I am am am really sor-ry,” stuttered the small boy looking up at the giant in front of him. “What has the dwarf done this time?” John whispered to Clarissa. “He’s being himself again.” Sobbing, Jayden ran up to his closet room, quickly slid the door, closed his eyes, and fell into a not so deep sleep. …show more content…
Everyday the same routine. Sometimes Jayden would spend the night at school in the janitor’s closet without the staff noticing. The first period and Jayden dragging his feet decided to head over to his favorite class, english. “Everyone take your seats.” Mrs. Endicott directed. With his seat in the front and center, Mrs. Endicott was the only teacher who understood Jayden’s family issues. Once the class was over Mrs. Endicott assigned a task for the next week. “During the next few weeks, reflect on your dreams. Write them all down and pick your favorite one. It is okay if your dream is not very fascinating, so do not make any facts up.” The assignment was to dream. Jayden had never dreamed before. He gave up. He would fail the assignment. And face his first bad