Emma didn't want to go to school that day. She'd hoped they'd understand but, of course they didn't. They would only let her miss school if she was sick. But that's an overused trick. So she went to school (like she had a choice). So as always, she was one minute before the first bell and with her friend group in school. But today was a Friday. So it wasn't all bad. She didn't have Maths and had English instead. So you could say the day was good. Besides she had geography, and rivers aren't her favourite topic to learn about.
The day went by slow. In every lesson, which was unusual. She usually felt like the days flew by like cars on the road. But today was different. Was it related to the 'dream' she had? Or is it just a coincidence? Emma's mind was exploding with questions and thoughts. She needed answers.
So after school she went to the library. In her small town, there was one old library with olden day books. She figured the library might help (and she might find a good book to read). As she arrived at the library, she saw her friend (Oliver) about to walk in too. "Oh, hey Emma. Why did you come here?" Oliver said awkwardly, it made Emma suspicious, which made her feel guilty "Oh, just about to look for a book to read. Haven't read one in a while" Emma replied, trying to match the awkward and careful energy Oliver brung in the conversation. But Oliver didn't bother carrying on the conversation. He just frowned, and left. Which made Emma feel even more suspicious, and even more guilty that she feels this kind of way to a friend. But she just walked in after him, not trying to cause a big scene.
Inside the library are huge dark wooden shelves with beautiful leather covers of books displayed around the room. which made her gasp loudly. Even though she has seen the beauty of this library many times, she still can't get over it. But her gasping each time she walks in brings more and more stares each time. Which she didn't like, but it was worth it. but she tried to stop admiring the library and cut to the chase, her dad was going to come home soon. He didn't mind her going to the library, but he prefers to take her there, not for her to go alone. She found the shelves which were engraved with "witchcraft". Which she thought would have a book that could help. She traced the small prints on the leather covers and looked for a book about dreams, dreams that weren't dreams at all. That felt, real almost. But with her look, none were found. So with a frown, she took a random romantic novel and left. Rushing home to get there before her dad.
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Surviving A Dream
FantasyDreams.A complicated part of the brain.Or is it a reality? No one knows,I hope