Sharryn took me to her office on the top floor of the school. I loved this room, it was small and cosy with beanbags scattered everywhere and wonderful decorative curtains drawn back so that you could see the magnificent veiw over London. You could see London eye, Big Ben, Tower bridge, and the Gherkin. But today i had more important matters on my mind.
"How are you?" Sharryn asked i sat down on one of the bean bags. I looked out the window, trying to place my thoughts.
"Tired." She looked at the bags under my eyes.
"The dream again?" I nodded.
"And stress." I reached inside my pocket and fingered the soft toy Sharryn insists i always keep with me in case of times like these. "I still have no clue what to do." I looked into the face of the person i trusted more than any other, that i only saw once a week. "I'm worried that my desicision may effect my dreams too."
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