Chapter9:

I suppose that the first clue that I had begun to fall for my dream invader was the fact that I didn’t get back to sleep after Miss Clark interrupted our romantic rendezvous. Instead I lay awake, first furious with her, then with him and then finally with myself.  “Come on Callista, you’re being pathetic now! You’re jealous over a guy who only exists in your mind!”  I punched my pillow a few times, just for added effect, before I resigned myself to counting sheep. Whoever made up the belief that counting sheep helps you fall asleep obviously didn’t try the stupid method. If he had then he would know that it really doesn’t help. I glared at my alarm clock which shone brightly in the darkness, almost taunting me with the knowledge that I had only two more hours to attempt to get some sleep before I’d have to wake up for school. Eventually I gave up all together and went downstairs to the lounge to channel surf. An hour later my mother found me there wrapped in the duvet from my bed, nibb