What happens to a dream that never became true? I have a dream what about you? Everybody talking trash about this and that, while I’m sitting in class thinking about what to write next. As time goes past, I’m looking out the glass…. I mean I’m looking out the window. Window, window on the wall who is the best dreamer of them all? That is the question I ask. Just waiting for the time to past, and just as I awake from my daydream I pack my stuff up and then the bell rings.