Music is optional.
I stood in the hallway, facing a gym. It was dark out. I recognize this school.. Isn't this the one I go to everyday? Why am I here? What do they want..? A short boy came running up to me, his pigtails bouncing up and down to the movement. I didn't want to speak to him, just didn't feel like it. Of course that was not a choice I was allowed to make.
He ran up to me with a very disgusting smile. "Hey! I'm the new student! Tomas!" he squealed, acting as if I cared. "Okay.." I replied, looking around. "Because we're on free period, wanna hang out?" Tomas squeaked. Again, not a choice of mine to make. "No." I added, before trying to head to my classroom, but he wouldn't leave me the hell alone. "Awhh!~ Don't be so shy! I can introduce you to my boyfriend, Marcus! He's a new student in our class as well." he tweeted, skipping along side to my quickening pace. Are you fucking with me right now? You know I don't have time for your nonsense right? "You know you're to young to have a boyfriend right?" I breathed, trying to settle in without physically shoving him away. "What? We're in grade 12 though?" he stopped. I froze. What. The. Hell. We're not in grade 12? Has he lost his mind. Not even god could save him at this point. Fine, whatever. I kind of knew that when I first saw him.
I opened my classroom door, feeling his breath spread onto the back of my neck. Nasty. I looked at the old woman who stood in front of a floating white board, with really strange and small students, seated one on top of the other, who turned to look at me. This is not my classroom. Where am I? Tomas glanced at me. "Are you trying to get to class?" he muttered in my ear awkwardly. I nodded, and he pulled my wrist, blurring my vision. I think I passed out, but I woke up infront of two purple doors with large silver handles. I opened them, there was the class that I recognized. A new face was seen among my dear classmates, that kid must be Marcus.
I carefully picked my way inside, falling slump into my seat with my familiar buddy, who sat next to me, we glanced at each other then back up at the teacher. Let this day continue to be normal, please..
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Is this a dream? - COMPLETED
AdventureThis is based off of a dream that I've had a while ago, it wouldn't leave my mind so I had to write it down. Remember that this is your persepective, I wrote "I" instead of "You" or a character because this was my dream and how I saw it. Don't blame...
