The Dreamer Dreams are beautiful. They go beyond your imagination and create a world so special that you start living in it. I was a dreamer once, and still am today. I still have the same dream that I had as a young boy. The problem is that I grew, but my dream did not. I always wanted to be an artist. I love the smooth texture of canvas and the colors, shades, and lines that give life to what seems to be a lifeless picture.

My dream began in a boring math class. I never liked numbers, as they never made any sense to me. For me, they never spoke a word. I started making ducks out of 5s and watermelons out of 0s before the math teacher caught me!

The author creates tension by showing that the narrator
A. was not able to pursue his dreams
B. did not listen very well in math class
C. was not a very good dreamer
D. did not have anyone to talk to

Can sb plz help mi asap plz