I lived in a neighborhood and the house next to me, of which we had a Victorian style house, where the occupants are separated by a wall and some bushes, Draco Malfoy from Harry Potter lived. If you don't know who he is, he is pale white, tall, and has lighter than bleach blond hair. He was inflicting eternal misery on me. First, he lured me out of my house on a false alarm. Then, he summoned a bush to be in front of my door. I got tired of him so I decided to retire back to my house. But to do that I had to climb through the bush. Grabbing branch by branch and crawling through. I did not get out unscathed. I had many scratches and bruises.
My friend was in my house. She lived with me. Her mom had called and forced it upon her that some girl would come over.
"Quick! Hide that beer!" she said, "This girl is practically a drunk!" I did as she said, and I brought it to her room. So I decided that I was a little bit hungry and wanted some cereal. I put a bowl down, grabbed some lucky charms, and I started to pour them into the bowl. There was alot of sugary powder at the bottom that I didn't want so I was trying to get in out over a sink. But when I did, for some odd reason, I turned on the tap. It got all in my cereal and I was very disappointed. It was the last bit in the box.
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Dream State
NouvellesThis a collection of the dreams I have, compiled into short stories. (These are all true dreams i have, and i try to write them without bias.)
