Last night I dreamt of my old home in Clayton, Georgia.

With that memory of such a beautiful place, more memories flew in from the place I used to call home. I Pictured the teal on my pencil next to the spring water in my water bottle. I Learned about JFK but really thinking of my first crush, Erin. I went into a daze thinking of her saying, “hola” to me in the hallways.

 Suddenly, the bell rings. I put in my AirPods, and I hear Eminem’s verse,” Dear Mr. I’m too good to call or write my fans,” thinking to myself “Let’s go!” The day was over. I ran home in my grey Nike sneakers and chilled for the rest of the night. As I lay down, in my dream, my grandmother yelled “Don’t stay up too late,” and then suddenly, I woke up.