I dream of another life in the world 3

December came blowing in with cold winter winds. It wasn't snowy at all. This made me mad. I loved snow! When I am around it, I feel lost in another world.
This month was happy. I had a band concert coming up, along with my 11th birthday and then the best and jollyest time of the year, Christmas. This was the best day of the year. I truly loved the magic of Christmas!
With all this coming, I also had two amazing gifts for myself!
For one, I could immitate a perfect British accent to the point where you'd think I was. It was funny and it made me happier
And two, I was granted the amazing gift of my dreams. Being capable of improvising. Heck, I could sing off the top of my head at an advanced rate with absoultely no practice whatsoever.
The band concert went great. I was very skilled at trumpet playing. It was unbelieveable. My math grades were going up. Have I gotten out of this depression?
Then something came back and bit me in the butt. Ryan Stiles. I felt sorry for him because he was 47 with a 2 year old. It just about set me crazy. I hated that fact! I often screamed about it. Darren, he just made me angrier.
The problem was he also had the dream of being a comedian. This was becoming a contest. Love turns to hate. I learned it the hard way. We had a firece look in our eyes when faced with each other. I refused to look at him. He stared back fire in his eyes. I had hatred and sadness. It felt like he was on top of the world being funny meanwhile I'm being crushed under it and booed.
My birthday came along. Me and my mom when shopping at the mall. Things didn't make me happy. People passed by as I lagged along looking depressingly into the store windows.
Christmas I didn't get a big kick out of either. Nobody could give me the thing I wanted. I just wanted to become a comedian and that's all.
January came stumbling in. I had decided on something. I HATED RYAN STILES! Why did I? I was jealous as could be of him. He made me mad. It made me sick to look at the guy.
Michelah called me often. I made fun of her. I called her to do it. Yes, I was slipping. Again.
I had no love anymore and I needed somebody to love. I targeted one. Brad Sherwood. That's right I'd force myself to fall in love. What do you know? Three days later I loved him to death. Then came the bad news. He was engaged. This set me off worse than before. Then the other disturbing information I found out just about ticked me off so bad I cried. My world was falling.
I really really wanted to be a comedian. I made people laugh. I was so desperate I had to do something weird. Talk to telemarketers. I would say funny things to them until they hung up. People just about died when I told them what I did. Life was bouncing back, I think. Others thought I was weird and dumb. That was mostly everyone.