There was Prospit dreamer that lived on earth's land for thirteen years, thinking that maybe she's gone through enough fights and tears. but it just so happens that on a silly little Friday, the last day of the week, she just so happened to reach her peak. A yell from the teacher caused silent sobs from this Prospit, and finally she decided that this was the last straw, and that this was it. She was done with the yelling, the screaming, the arguing, the fighting, and the spark in her heart began lighting. The words that left the arrangers mouth was the spark to her tears that would cause sobbing fire, and as she left the class that day, the fire wouldn't dire. It wouldn't dire to burn and then fall, like a dying Phoenix, no in fact, it burned brighter, got hotter and those who knew her braced for impact. She spewed her story like it was venom that coursed through her veins, making her fight through heavy rain. Acquaintances and all saw her splotchy red face and heard her tale, but none of the which saw she was ever so frail. Don't you know, silly listener, that was all apart of a unplanned plan! This Prospit dreamer could not hear or speak, that is why her story was like venom in her veins, without words, she died like it was a snake bite to the wrist's lanes. She also never stopped crying after the deed was done, so the heavy rain was something to fight until won. The thirteen year old was the weakest of them all, in a class of few of her grade and sixth graders alike, that's why it didn't take long to hit a spike. But alas and alack, we look at the dreamer all the same. Weak. A failure. A mute. A crybaby. But did we ever know what happened..? No no, not you silly listener. You're in assumption. Have an open mind, and I will tell you the tale.. Of the Prospit dreamer...