I am with my high school volleyball teammates. We are getting ready for homecoming , and getting our hair done. Mine is straight with a slight curl at the ends. I wear a bump that perfectly sets my tiara. When we get back to the house I take off for a walk around the neighborhood. When I approach my house again, there is a boy standing on my front porch asking my mom if e can speak to me. I tell him to walk with me. He asks if we should go to homecoming together. I tell him that we would only ever be friends. Then I say that it doesn't matter because it was a dream. In reality, we haven't spoken in years, and he missed his chance. He apologizes and says he will help me find a dress. I wear a purple dress with lace flowers and stuff. The kind of thing the old Taylor Swift would wear.