It was a cloudy Friday afternoon and I was walking home from school. Pit-pat pit-pat. The soft rain continues to fall on the already wet pavement. I keep walking as I see an image of my dads face burn itself into the concrete I am looking at. His big brown eyes, slightly sad expression, it all reminds of how much I miss him. I wipe a tear from my cheek. I blink, hoping it will go away. But instead, when I open my eyes, I see a daunting vision of him, Michael Jackson. All of the sudden, the pipes around me begin to flash; green then yellow back to green back to yellow. Tens, maybe hundreds of silhouettes come out of the pipes towards me. They carry microphones dripping with blood. The silhouette turns into a full image and I can tell that their eye sockets are empty. As I scan their face I see that their eyes have melted onto the sides of their faces, plastered on. Lilian, Lilian, Lilian they chant.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP!!!!!!!!. "What?"
""Are you ok, you were screaming!""
