Meet Me Halfway part 1

this is part 1 of this short story. It is based on a dream I had, so i hope you enjoy!

I am sitting in class, lazily waiting for the next project that comes every marking period. The teacher speaks, a blur of words pass through my ear, coming out the other end.
Suddenly, a sentence catches my attention.
"You will be writing a three page paper on what you want most."
I straighten up in my seat, my face boiling like a tea pot. He says something more, something about it being realistic, not like you want a certain video game. the other freshmen laugh about his joke. However, I remain silent. Thoughts came flashing by my eyes.
This is something new. this is what I've been waiting for. fifteen years I have wanted one thing so horribly. It wasn't a new cellphone or bike.
It was the unknowing empty feeling of a mother.
She left when I was two, maybe three, I don't recall. I hardly remember. I don't know her voice, can't recognize her if she walked right by me, even a foot away.
I've seen pictures, hidden in my father's room. I'd stare for hours at them when he isn't home, catching something new about her every time.
The latest picture that was thirteen years old) was my favorite. Her hair was cut to her shoulders, a deep brown that matched her always perfect skin. the same gray-blue eyes with silvery lining around the pupils. My eyes.
We were alike in few ways. When she was my age, she was taller by three or four inches. She had round cheekbones, her pupils were large and exciting while mine were tiny, unseen in shadows. Though our hair was around the same shade of brown, hers was darker with more shine. Yet, in one picture, when she laughed her expression matched mine.
I had a plan. I would know what it was like. There was no excuse like other kids who lost their mom to death. Mine was still out there.
I had a plan.