I am sitting in my English class and in front of me is a pile of clams, in my hand is a knife. I look around and see that everyone else is shelling the clams and removing pearls if there are any. I turn back to the table me and my friends are working on and with out a word I get to work too.
What seems like an hour has passed, my hands are ruff and bleeding from the many times I have slipped and cut myself, just when I'm about too throw down my knife and get the hell out of here, the teacher comes in.
Almost as one my class mates, put down there knifes and turn to face her " well kids you have all been working hard and you have done very well" she pauses and looks around smile. No one says anything. "As you all know" she continues " the table with the most pearls will get to go out to lunch, so now I'm going to come around and check your numbers."
It took her what felt like 3 hours to come to a decision, but finally our table was let go. No one talked as we left the classroom, but as soon as we were out they all started chatting as normal.
We make our way to our usual lunch spot and wait for our friends from the other class. When they arrived there flesh was light red and two of them was burned I gasped. Or I tried to but nothing came out I just smiled. One of them sits down beside me "hey what did you guys have?" My other friend across from me answers "pearls" he simply says.
"Awww lucky we've had forging for three periods now" they complain. As Conversation drags on, I begin to feel sleepy. I rest my head on my bag, a little nap can't hurt right?
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Omg why dose my English teacher sound so evil lol but this was a strange one it wasn't scary just weird hope the next dreams a good one XD
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Dreams
Short StorySo I know lots of people have done this before but I wanted to do it to. so that's basically I guess This is a dream journal so what this is About when I have a dream I will write it down in here and write a short story bout it 
