As tears began to slid off of my burning, fire truck, red, face I began to run away from the horrible scene. I covered my face making it difficult to see my puffy eyes and therefore, difficult for me to see where I was going. The moment I uncovered my face I realized I was no longer at school and was in a small alleyway between my favorite candy store and a new hair salon. Both places are usually empty so I knew that I was safe and no one would find me balling my eyes out.
The tears began to grow larger and larger and before I knew it I was in a puddle of tears. I'm all wet now! And my face is horrible and...and...ugh! So far it was a horrible day and it couldn't get any worse!
[(Again) I was wrong]
The teardrops that came from my face onto the concrete ground turned into raindrops and before I realized that I didn't have anyway to get home other then walking 3.75 miles in the rain.
My wonderful sweet dream has become more then a nightmare and the more I thought about how terrible it was, the worst it got.
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How I Died Dreaming
General FictionThat's when I knew it. That's when I knew everything was bond to change. ----------------- A couple hours Earlier... --------------- Everything was pitch black. That's how I liked it. I could never fall asleep with a bright light coming out from one...
