Literature
Dreams
Dreams
Chris was an average, thirteen years old boy. He went to school, had a few friends, but that was all. His life was so incredibly boring. Nothing exiting happened anymore. He got up in the morning, breakfasted, went to school, played with some friends, did his homework, ate dinner and went to bed again. He felt as if something was missing in his life. Yes, Im missing real fun. He thought sarcastically. I mean, playing with my friends is fun, its just
oh I dont know
Its just it. Nothing more
Not exiting at all. On top of that he couldnt sleep at night. He toss