Awoken by the thud sound on the door, Rory woke up unwillingly feeling blue.

"Wake up Rory! You are not planning to sleep the whole day leaving the guests just like that, are you?!"

"Oh no, Mom I'll be down in a minute",

Rory sighs as she hung her head down.

*****

Yes, it's me Rory Woods. It's my birthday today, I'm turning eighteen. *sighs* I've got a whole lot of guests down there waiting for me. My parents want my eighteenth birthday to be "special", I guess.

And Yes, you got that right, I'm just a regular normal girl from a middle class family that loves to sleep a lot. But hey, I'm a straight grade A student, well, does that even matter?

Actually, I do not want to be stuck in this stupid reality when I can sleep and dream myself in a whole new world. I'm living my best life there, in my Dreamland.

I have a bestfriend, her name is Carla. She said I have some pretty cool dreams and that she completely understands to why I love to sleep.

Oh, she loves to write too. She turns my dreams to novels. Great, huh?

I wish I could do that too.

***

"RORY, ARE YOU COMING?!!"

"Yes Mom! I'm coming!",

"Do you know how long they've been waiting for you? You should be ashamed of yourself"

"Yes, Mom. I understand. I'm sorry", Rory responds with a blue face.

"Rory, don't make that long face, you're incorrigible!", Mrs. Wood whispers to Rory as she pinches her.

"Ouch, I won't, would you please stop treating like a kid? I'm eighteen already."

"Well, then behave like one, young lady", her mom says with a strict tone.

Rory sighs and she looks around for her bestfriend.

"Roryyyyy! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! You are eighteen, finally! What have you been dreaming lately?", Carla questions Rory with sheer excitement.

"Oh, some weird dreams, I don't know how to describe it"

"No problem! Don't stress thinking about it, it's your birthday. You should enjoy it!"

"Sure, I guess. Just a year closer to death",

"Oh, stop sulking, lassie"

"Right, right, enjoy my Birthday I guess"

****

I'm probably here with a lot of people and it's giving me anxiety. Being a socially awkward person, *sigh* is hard.

Let's see who we got here today.

Ah, look at Mrs. Mills, aging like a fine wine eh?

But I rather not talk to her or else she is never going to stop chattering about her lustrous black furred dog, Ginger fur. Such a peculiar name.

I know, I know. The name is pretty weird, it's not really weird but it's kind of funny how she named her dog "Ginger fur" when it literally has dark raven fur.

Oh well, it's her business, I'm absolutely not going to put my nose into it.

Hm, Looks like even Mr. Harrison is here. He is incredibly handsome. *daydreaming*

He is just very shy. It seems like Miss. Jasmine is going to take a step to finally talk to him.

I bet, Mr. Harrison would drop the glass out of nervousness. They've been the talk of the neighborhood.

But that's not my business, I absolutely have no interest in it.

Next, hmm *annoyed face* well well, ugh if it's not the thirteen year old Richard, the mischievous imp of the neighborhood. That child is a devil. He has been causing nothing but ruckus lately. I really wish I can bash him.*evil laugh*

Look, how despicable! He is literally trying to get a lick of my birthday cake. Not like I should be concerned or anything because I don't really care. But I'm probably gonna say something.

"Didn't your mother teach you any manners, Richard?"

"Of course, she did, Rory!"

"Well, then get your dirty fingers off from my birthday cake, it's disgusting"

"What are you gonna do?", Richard with a provoking voice.

"I'm going to call your mom and ask her to give you a good beating"

"That's a mean trick, Rory! What are you keeping the cake for? For mere decoration?"

"Oh shut up, lad. Go along, keep your hands off the cake"

"blah blah", Richard shows mean and funny faces to her.

"Mrs.Carson, Richard is being a terrible boy, he has been licking the cake without my permission"

"RICHARD! COME BACK HERE, YOU NASTY BOY"

"Momma, I'm sorry, I didn't do anything", Richard with a shaky voice.

"Oh no, you are lying", Mrs. Carson dragging Richard to the corner by pulling Richard's ears.

"ow ow ow Momma, no"

*Giggles* Well, that went well. I probably would make a good villainess.

I didn't know birthday parties are suppose to be this boring. I can't even see Carla anywhere. *sigh* This girl is good at disappearing.

I have nothing to do other than walk around and greet people. When am I even going to cut the cake? I want to get over with this.

I should probably sneak out to my room and sleep. But it would be a terrifying task since mom is dangerously close to the stairs that leads to my room. Good heavens, I need to think of something.

Richard can be of some help.

Ugh, I can't believe that I have to probably take the help of that Richard boy.

"Hey, hey Richard, psssssttt, look at me Richard", she softy whispers.

"He is never going to hear me at this rate"

I'll probably act like I'm cutting the cake. This will surely attract his attention. Tsk. Foolish kid. What can I expect though? *sigh* Kids are innocent. Maybe.

"Oh oh he is coming towards me. Ha, nice plan Rory", talking to herself.

"Hey! Share a slice of cake with me! Rory", Richard requests Rory with excitement in his eyes.

"I will, only if you do a work for me", with a sly voice, Rory commands Richard.

"what work?", Richard curiously asks.

"Go tell Mrs. Woods, my mom ,that your momma called her"

"But my momma didn't call your mom"

"Stop questioning, I know, just go tell her that!"

"okay!"

"Listen, when my mom meets your momma, she is probably going to ask your mom if she wanted to talk. Your mom would deny that time, you tell them that you heard something like that being told to you"

"okay, that will be done"

"Good boy, Go do that and the cake is all yours"

"Really?!!"

"Yes, now shoo boy, get on with it"

Now I have to wait for it.

Good job, Richard. I didn't know you would actually pull this off. But wait, he is a notorious boy, this is nothing for him.

I'm going to get going to my room while mom is moving towards Mrs. Carson.

**Rory slowly sneaks to her room and pounce on the bed**

Finally, my sweet bed.

I'm probably gonna sleep no-

**Rory falls asleep without realising**

*after some time*

*yawns*

"eh, w-where am I? Am I still dreaming?", Rory rubs her eyes.

"hm, I'm sure I'm still dreaming", claps her cheek.

"I AM NOT DREAMING?!"

"T-THEN WHERE AM I?"