Just like a movie

So, I am sitting in my classroom listening to one of Mr. Haskins infamous lectures on how we should all feel the physics, while all I feel are my eyes failing me because some idiot decides to put a Bones marathon on in the middle of the week. And though I have seen every episode there is, it’s like a potato chip. You can't just watch one. So as I desperately try to understand this foreign language he is speaking, white dust starts to sprinkle on my head like snow. Now, where I am from, the closest thing that I have ever come to snow is watching the Christmas Story on ABC. I take a quick glance towards the ceiling but don’t take notice to the caving roof, at least not until an unknown source drops from the sky. His name is Jett, or at least that is what is says on his overcoat. He stands tall with a cocky grin as if he knows he will win whatever competition he is a part of. He is bald but not because he can't grow any hair. He may have not had broad shoulders, but he looked as if he could hold his own in a brawl. He dressed nice. He was a lot of things, but friendly didn't seem to be one. With a growl in his voice, he said my name with more poison in the first vowel than anything. While I more than likely had the look of confusion and fear in my eyes, he had the look of purpose in his. As our little stare off game proceeded, the classroom including Mr. Haskins all hid under their desks. I really didn't blame them anyway because I was in a pretty much frozen state. I stayed there not moving an inch until a squeeze and a quick tug were initiated by a man that I had never seen before, yet seemed familiar. One blink and I was on the roof. His low but stable voice whispered out the words that forever changed my life. "You are in grave danger," I snapped out of my shock then... Okay you caught me. This as you well know never happened. Sometimes I freak out at how far my imagination takes me. Even though I know this isn't true, I sometimes wish it was. Or at least was about to be. Like every American, I seem to watch more than the normal amount of television. I just wish something interesting would happen to me like in the movies. At times I feel it will. What I mean is, I will be walking in the hall ways and out of nowhere I feel like every student that passes by will break out into song with matching choreography. Or whenever the days are passing by, a song will be put in and the scenes sped up, as if I was a part of some movie montage. Like at any moment, Ill randomly end up in some foreign nation and be a part of some over-the-top adventure and fall in love in the process. Oh the imagination I have! I know I should place my feet on the ground, but how boring would that be? It would also be almost impossible since my dreams are like a hot air balloon, and once you turn it on it just keeps floating up. Hmm, sometimes I just wish my life was just like a movie. Too intriguing to ignore.