I love talking about nightmares, because I've had so many. I once had this nightmare when I was like 10 years old, I was at my old school, a french immersion school which was a school for those who wanted or already spoke french. It was very sunny outside, the concrete outside the schools gate was damp after the rain from the night before, I walked passed the slightly faded blue gates, the gate was old not only was it losing its color the pain was peeling away revealing the rust underneath. I walked inside the the school area the floor was dry, a short tunnel was covered by clear plastic half tube, I didn't know why it was there, but it was. As I walked inside the building, when you first enter, you enter the lobby, as I walked passed the counselors who was furiously writing with a ball point pen, she looked at me, her eyes were filled with hatred, she glanced back at her papers and continued to fill out the forms. As I walked up the stairs to my classroom, I was worried that I wouldn't be able to meet the expectation my teacher and parents has set for me. As the bell rang, I hurried up the stairs, two more floors, and then a left turn up into room 156. I entered the classroom gasping for air, I looked for my seat and sat down, pulled out my books and prepared for today's lesson. Hours have passed, moving from class to class, from subject to subject, I looked at the clock, it was 12:48 PM, it was almost time for lunch, then I looked back at the whiteboard to pay attention. Minutes later the bell rang, signalling that it was time for lunch, as I rushed to the court yard to meet with my friends, I saw them, in the corner where they first asked if I wanted to be their friend, as I slowed my pace to a walk, they looked at me and laughed, I asked them what was going on, they replied while laughing "Do you think WE would really be YOUR friend?" I stopped, few steps away from where they were, a boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a devilish smile, looked at me and said "They were dared to be your friends, to think that someone would actually hangout with you is hilarious.". I was stunned, unable to move unable to reply, I looked down, staring at the cold wet concrete, ants walked by toward the school's small garden boxes. I walked toward the corner, that corner was my safe haven, I sat down the thick wooden grate that covered the sewer hole, it was very sturdy, and very wet from the rain. They stared at me as I opened my lunch, then they walked away without a word still laughing and smirking at the work they have done. I leaned against the cold brick wall the prevented kids from falling down to the second floor of the court, kids walked passed me to go down to the second floor, hearing their footsteps land on the plastic mat to prevent kids from slipping, I could hear the kids screaming with joy, talking with their friends. I looked at the at the school then my food, trying to process what had just happened, I felt betrayed even though I wasn't, I was used, used for someones pleasure, though I thought to myself, this is life, life is filled with pain, and experience. As I cried and weep, the wooden grate started to crack, losing its strength, I quickly stood up but, by then it was too late, the planks beneath me cracked in half and I fell into the sewer.