Timothy awoke from his nap, his sheet stained in tears. The smell of his favorite meal, Chicken Alfredo, had woken him. He sat up, sore and sad.<br/><br/>"Come and get it!" His mother yelled. "While its still warm!"<br/><br/>Timothy stood up and trotted downstairs to the kitchen. He mindlessly grabbed a plate, a fork and a napkin set out and set them on the table next to a glass of water.<br/><br/>"Cheer up, sweeite, your college letters came back!" His mother said, handing him three envelopes.<br/><br/>"Finally," Timothy replied as he tore open the first one. It was one of his backup colleges- not his first choice, but he'd be willing to go if his first choice did fail. Unfortunately, he wasnt accepted to that one. He opened the next one, slowly, another backup choice. He smiled as he saw he was accepted.<br/><br/>The final letter, the college of his choice. Timothy'd worked hard to try and get into this one. He opened the letter.<br/><br/>"Whats it say?" Timothy's mom asked.<br/><br/>Timothy shook his head and sighed. "No."<br/><br/>"Oh well, at least you got one!" She said.<br/><br/>Timothy looked at the one letter that accepted him and frowned. "...Im not too hungry right now."<br/><br/>"Okay, but be sure to have something before you go to bed tonight, promise?"<br/><br/>Timothy smiled. "Promise."<br/><br/>Timothy returned to his room, melancholy and depressed as he turned on his computer.<br/><br/>Timothy was your standard introvert- he kept to himself in almost every sense. He had his own little world and a small circle of online friends that he cares about. Those friends were the only ones he told about his father's tragic death. According to the police report, "A drunk driver, with a BAC of about 0.011, made an illegal left-turn and slammed into Mr. Jefferson. Both parties died in the accident."<br/><br/>Timothy had received plenty of solace from his friends, but he still felt very depressed and lonely. He wasted his time distracting himself by games online, but he never felt happy.<br/><br/>His mother entered the room. "Its getting late. Im going to bed, but i left out the Chicken Alfredo you didnt eat."<br/><br/>"Thanks, mom. I think i'll have some." Timothy replied.<br/><br/>She smiled and left.<br/><br/>Timothy returned to the kitchen and sat at the table. He stared out the window while eating. Watching the stars in the sky always helped to calm him.<br/><br/>Timothy saw something strange. Almost as if some of the stars were missing- and reappearing. Rather, something was flying. Timothy first thought it was a hawk- it was quite a large blockage- but then remembered they're not nocturnal. He then guessed a bat- but no, it was too small for a bat.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Could it be...?</span>Timothy thought.<span style="font-style: italic">A dragon?</span>Whatever it was, it landed in the yard, silent as the night. Timothy dropped his fork on the table and stepped outside.<br/><br/>Yes, a horse-sized, blue dragon had just landed in Timothy's yard, who was frozen solid in fear.