I looked out the window of my classroom. Boredom sends me into daydreams.
I' m standing in a grand hall with wooden floors, ivory walls and a large glistening chandelier hanging over head. I look down to find I'm wearing a long floor length white silky gown.
A shadow is hunched over in the corner. Light radiates from the corner blurring my vision. My best friend Niall strides out of the light, embracing me in his arms.
He speaks. "Mikayla i really-" he's cut off by a loud voice. "Miss Greyson, Miss Greyson!" The voice shouts. I am instantly pulled out of my dream, annoyed because i didn't get to hear Niall finish.
"Miss Greyson what is the median for this graph?" My maths teacher inquires.
Shit. "Um is it...120"?
"Wrong! DETENTION".
Woo what a Great way to start my day.
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