The Little Boy

It was his first day of school. The boy dreamt of this day since he could barely even speak. He dreamt of how he would make so many friends and be appreciated by the teachers. 

He set foot inside the old school building, with a big smile on his face. He said, "hi!" to the first person he saw. But, received no reply. The person walked right past him as if the little boy is made out of air. As if, he was a spirit. 

The boy didn't feel bad, he said to himself, "It's okay! Maybe he didn't hear me!". So, he tried to speak to another person. But the same happened. He realized something was wrong, something very wrong, with him. He started crying, tears were gushing down his pale cheeks. But no one noticed. Everybody walked right through him.

Suddenly, he screamed, am I a ghost!?

The little boy woke up with a startle. Cold sweat running down his forehead. Was this just a nightmare? Or was the little boy lonely?