He kissed me. Just like that. No question, no look, no slow moving in. He just kissed me. It was bad, really bad. It was like he was trying to clean my face with his saliva. Like a dog! I swear I even had spit on my forehead by the end of it. It was the most excruciating two minutes of my life, and I thought I would just die of embarrassment, but what could I do? Finally I said, "Uh, dude, I need to wash my face." He gave my cheek one last lick, and then I pushed him away and sped down the hall into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. "Okay, that was gross, worse than gross, but if I tell anyone they'll blame it on me and laugh." I said to my pink reflection after scrubbing my face with Neutrogena, a pink and blue striped terry washcloth, hot water, and bit of muscle. I decided I would forget about it and just dump Glen Thursby, even if he was the star quarterback of my school's team. I stared at my reflection, steeling myself for what was coming next. Then I got the eye-drops, tilted my head back, squeezed the bottle of Visine a few times, blinked, and walked back down the hall to my bedroom. "Glen, I'm so sorry, I just can't do this anymore. Just, just leave. I'm sorry for wasting an entire two days of your time and mine." I sniffled through a Kleenex and my fingers. He was such a prick, he didn't even notice. Ah well, he was a horrible kisser anyway.

It was Monday, and I was ready to answer any question that came up about Glen with a smile and a smooth change of subject. Or at least I was until I listened to what the gossips were saying about how Glen had purposely kissed me bad to get me to leave him alone. I suddenly realized how unfeeling the white halls of Thornton High were. My entire plan, and my brain, was mush. What was I going to do? My reputation, gone, my boyfriend, gone, my chances at prom queen, flushed down the toilet in the second floor girls bathroom, where the bad girls smoked weed.

"You ass!" I yelled as I smacked Glen Thursby. "Hey, hey, I know you want me, but come on, hands off." He said, snickering to his friends. "The witch forgot her tissues this time, boys." That was it for me. No way was he getting away with that one. I slammed my palm up into his nose, kicked him in the balls, and punched his gut. "I hope this renders you impotent, you unfeeling bastard!" I yelled as I stalked off, thinking about how much trouble I was in. "Ah well, I guess it's time to wake up anyway." I said as the world spun around me, distant, yet tantalizingly close. I had always hated this part, the ending of the fantasy, waking up in my middle-aged body. "Ah well, it was good while it lasted." I sighed as I slowly sat up on the dull brass table and pulled the Dreamscape off of my head. It was a mass of silver coils, black boxes, and red padding, an odd invention, but widely considered the best escape around. I was sweating in my black metallic skintight tanka. I always hated how overheated Tenti was, but soon I would be back to work in the green world of Agno, and back to dealing with Jess and her horrible, "I hate mother" complex. "Bye." I said to the purple engineer with the elongated face and the magenta almond eyes who operated my table. "See you next week."