ahh i spent all mornin doin this friggen story for english ay so u chickuns mite as well read it..it was sposed to be race or gender related...i dun think it is but meh n i worked out i got $560 worth of muh stuff stolen if u add all the cds and discman that was taken up....thats why im pissed and coz musics my life My Dreams, My Clouds…Your World I never had a watch, maybe because my wrists were not as white as his or maybe because his father is rich and my father is poor. Isn't it out of the ordinary that you don't have to have the wish to get a watch on your wrist but a rich father. I had the wish to buy a watch, I had the wish to buy a storybook, I had the wish to buy a new school bag, but wishes buy you nothing you know, wishes buy you nothing. It's a long endless road. I don't know where is it taking me but I am running along with it. I am not running because I want to but because I have to. It's been a long run and I am worn out, still I have to run. I arrived here a few days ago, as an illegal immigrant. There was no legal way out, I am sorry for that. I desperately wanted to come here, I wanted my dreams to come true. I brought my dreams with me into another dream. After arriving here I had nowhere to go. I looked around in complete bemusement and concluded that I was a misfit here. But soon this notion died away as I looked up in the sky. The clouds, yes, the clouds, they were the same as I left them in my country. They are the same everywhere. That's why I was no foreigner to them, they were my clouds. So it was no problem now, wherever the clouds were, the place was mine. I started wandering in the streets. Night had fallen. It never gets dark at night here. There are lights everywhere. I am standing in the middle of a bridge, looking at the skyscrapers. Looking at those tall structures seems like millions of fireflies are stuck into those buildings. They are all illuminated and so is the river water. There are dark clouds in the sky and it may rain anytime. It's all so beautiful, so peaceful, so dreamy. We are all together, my clouds, my dreams and I. Life looks perfect. But not seeing a problem doesn't mean not having a problem. On my left, on the corner of the bridge, there is someone to shatter my dreams. He wants me to sell illegal substances, he tells me I will get money for it. I don’t want to make money like that. He knew it was not that easy to snatch away my dreams alone. They are coming to me, but this time I am not willing to talk. They want to send me back. I don't want to go back without money, I want to matter. So I run. I run to the other corner of the bridge. They run after me. I don't look back at them and keep on running. It's a long bridge. So many times I have watched in movies, police men chasing the hero and the hero jumps over the bridge and escapes. But this is not a movie and even if it were… I am not a hero. So I keep on running. I cross the bridge and run along the road. I keep on running and they keep on chasing me. I turned into so many streets, tried to dodge them but they were quick. They have been following me for quite some time now. It has started raining. I have no problem running in rain. I have done that before, don't you remember. That time I was running for her love and this time I am running for my life. Maybe that's why I don't want to run any more, I am running for myself. It makes no difference to anyone if I don't run but just me. Alright then, I am going to stop. I'll talk to them. I slow down. They turn into this street. I am about to stop when I hear a gun shot. It would have been nothing if I hadn't fallen down. They have shot me in my leg. I turn around and try to get up. They shoot again, this time on my chest near the heart. I fall down again. It is dark. I can't see the clouds in the dark but I know they are up there looking at me. It seems they are shedding their tears on my pain. They don't have to cry for me. But I think they care about me, after all they are my clouds. Due to pain, tears come out of my eyes and so do my dreams. They were since long in my heart. My heart kept them with love but it can't hold them any more because it is too hurt now. My heart cared about everyone, it just couldn't take care of itself. I am feeling like a total loser. I have nothing left with me but pain. I am leaving the clouds and all my dreams here. Before closing my eyes forever, I look down to my heart, it's my dreams. I look up in the sky, it's my clouds. Then I look around… it's your world… The End