Dreams Do Come True

The drop

I'm laying down on my bed. *pling* A message online. From... Clara?

'Still got your phone. And I found something you might want back. Come and get it. Meet me at the bridge. Now.'

Something I might want back? Found it? I open my backpack and look for what's missing. My sketchbook, pencilcase,... OMG! My notebook's gone! No! No! No! No! Not my notebook! I have to go get it!

I run downstairs and put on my coat. As fast as I can, I run towards the bridge. I can see Clara, Gavin and some other people waiting for me. As I enter the brigde, Clara throws my phone at me.

'I've had enough fun with that... but I haven't got the chance to take a look at this', she says while revealing my notebook from behind her back.

I get closer and try to snap it out of her hands. She pushes me away and says:' What's wrong? You don't want us to take a look?'

An evil smile appears on her face as she opens the notebook.

'The first pages weren't that interessting, but the end is... fun.'

She flips to the pages with my drawings on them.

'Beautiful sunset. You come here a lot, don't you?'

'Just give it back', I reply.

I try to take my book again, but this time Gavin holds me back. He puts my arms on my back and holds them there. I struggle but he's way stronger then me. Clara gasps.

'What is this? Drawings of our new friend? They're cute. Would be a shame if someone... ruined them.'

She takes a page and rips it out.

'No!', I scream.

She takes another one and tosses it on the ground. Robert steps on it. Clara keeps ripping out my drawings of Ellie and throws them around. Some of them are ripped in half, some of them get covered in mud,...

I scream as loud as I can. I'm begging her to stop and I start crying.

'Okay, fine. That's about enough', Clara says,'Let her go, Gavin.'

Gavin looses his grip and I struggle my way out of it. I crawl towards the dirty pages and try to pick them up. Robert and Luna, Clara's friend, start picking up pages aswell. But they don't give them to me. They hand them over to Clara. After I picked up about 3 drawings, they've gotten all of the others. I stand up and say:' Clara, can I please have my drawings back?'

'Go get them, dickface', she says and throws them over the railing, into the water.

'NOOO!', I scream. I run towards the railing and see the pages floating in the water. The ink is starting to transfer from the paper into the water. After a minute of staring down, crying, Ellie's face isn't recognisable anymore. Everyone left. I have not idea what to do. I hate them so much. I hate them... so... much.