Puzzle Piece One

My life so far is a million puzzle pieces with one piece missing. My views on death is a place to start. I believe that life is a dream when whoever is dreaming wakes up, we die. I am not dead, I am thirteen. I hope this person doesn't wake up anytime soon. One of my first memories is of my dad giving me his jacket as a blanket in preschool, this is one of the only nice memories I have of my dad. My dad is a jerk. When I was five in kindergarten we were painting rainbows with watercolors I painted mine all the colors and added black, my teacher told me I had ruined it, but it was my creativity. What is this world without creativity? It is nothing. Nothing but millions of souls living for the sake of routine.