Spy School Superpowers

Chapter 7. The Dream

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Nathan Hale Administration Building

January ¿¿

—— Hours

The snow made a crunch noise beneath my feet. I saw a bunch of footsteps, but I didn't see ——— or the ————-. I quickly followed the footsteps. I heard shouts and cries come from behind me, just for me to see the whole student body following the footsteps. I looked to my left and saw ——- right beside me. I jumped in fear.

"No need to be surprised. Let's catch these ——-." ——- muttered, and started running. I ran up with —-, straight on her heels. Soon, after maybe 2 minutes, we saw the ———# of running people, and I could tell it was ——. I shouted, "———, Stop!" All three of the figures turned back, and suddenly, the ————- ——- took out a pistol and started shouting at —.

—- seems to be covering their escape, as the —- and ——— started to run away again. The ——-'s bullet suddenly winged me in the arm, and I clutched my arm in pain. A bullet had plunged through a little of my right arm. The ——-'s shots rang out until the ammo was depleted, and —- ran after ——. The shouts of the student body could be heard behind us of happiness, sadness, pain, surprise, and confusion.

I held my arm tight as I ran after ——-, applying pressure to it. When all ##### of the ——- were under the building of the mess, I suddenly got an idea. I slang my ——— ———— over my shoulder and aimed for the roof. Then, I

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I woke up gasping for air in a large jolt. I was breathing heavy as my mouth rises up and down and my body shuttered. My eyes darted around my room, fear seeping into my mind and body. I didn't know what had just happened, but I had a feeling that it was important. A small feeling that shook me completely.

 I had to look down to make sure I was in my bed, which was my now uncovered small bed. I must have been wrestling in my sleep, because my cover and pillows were everywhere across my room on the floor in a hasty pattern. However, I wasn't usually a wild sleeper at night. 

I scanned my room in a haste to find something while squinting my eyes. Everything seemed as it was when I fell asleep. The dark moonlight filled my room through the window, and the door still seemed to be locked by the brown chair I placed on the doorknob.

Maybe I should just pace around my room for a little bit. I thought. I get up from my bed, put on some socks, and walk around my room, my mind training in new thoughts. My first thought, however, was why my dream seemed so... realistic. Like it was actually happening to me when it wasn't.

When I was in my dream, it was like it was happening right then, and words commentated on it. Black, bold words showed on the top of my dreamy vision, which was outlined with a bright white light being the stroke. It included what I was thinking at that moment on the scene, the dialogue happening in that current moment, and how everything looked in the dream. It was some sort of advanced witchery that even I did not know or hear of before.