I'm Natalie Johnson and I'm a daydreamer. I get teased alot at school. So what better way to escape than design my own day dream adventures?
Except lately, well, they don't turn out like I planned. It's almost like my daydreams have a mind of their own.
Tristan makes me smile. Infact, just his name is enough. We've always lived five blocks from each other and we always do everything together.
When we were five, we went to kindergarten and we both cried for our parents until we realized it was basically unsupervised play.
When we were ten, we used to sneak into Buckle's Gifts at night to see if he had anything cool stash in the basement. It wasn't my fault. Tristan and his conspiracy theories always gets me wound up! How can you sleep after hearing stories about killer red ants!
Lately he's been brown bagging it to school. I think his family might be having money problems, but I don't want to upset him by asking.
Anyway, Tristan is cool, funny, and sometimes I'm not sure why he still hangs out with me, but I'm glad he does.
