It was my class, no my whole school we all died and were veing guided to a sports festival where it was decided where we would go and i was determined to stay right next to the guy i liked from the buss van.
Eventually that led to me getting kicked and then eaten by a sewer rat but instead of going to hell i went back, we all went back but this time i was a minute behind my first self. I watched the events playout again but this time i was a minute behind and i tried my hardest to catch up but u then realized that i didn't need to so i slowed down and I watched all the smiling and giggling faces of people i care lots about and then i joined my class in the festival slowly i was rougly five spots away from the guy i liked but thats ok because i didn't even realized he took his turn.
There was also this girl who was usually in my classes behind me, she tended to dress up a lot especially when it wasn't necessary and always styled her clothes weird which the boys in my class tended to make fun of.
When we were younger she didn't really like me but over time she began to warm up to me and now in the sports festival we were waiting in line having a conversation and sharing a cup of icecream together.
Then we both one our turns and we both got to keep on living so to celebrate my mom took me to my grandmas house.
It was big and yellow something like she never lived in before and the inside was literally a copy paste version the inside of my house with one or two patterned tweeks and there wasn't much to do so i just hid in some of the higer cupboards until she told me to just go out into the city and get some new clothes since my current ones are so beat up so i went to the great big city and went shopping at a place called jeans bottoms where i found my new friend in the bra section but they werent really bras they were like frilly tube crop tops that gacha brats where but i decided to get one to and eventually my aunt came in and took my measurements then gave me a red one that was more like a nightgown that bearly went past my underwear and told me it was on the house and then i woke up
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karisu-chan's dream journal
Historia Cortajust a little journal for the few dreams i remember because i want to steal ideas from them and also potentially receive some feedback