chapter 3 The dream come true

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Well I think that is a wrap for my draft. I thought to myself as i put my pencil and papers away. I walk into my living room and start to watch some tv. A few hours later it is dark and I am ready for bed. I head to my bedroom and I set my clock to 5:30 am. I have school tomorrow, damn. I go to sleep without another thought.

I wake up in a place I never been before. I start to panic and get out of my bed. This place is white and nothing more. I look to my left and there is nothing but white, I look to my right there is nothing but white and so forth. Until I look to the left again and there are stairs that lead to somewhere. I look around and I am in a place where I didn't feel very great in. This place has germs everywhere, I thought and I felt the room get smaller. I run out the room and up the stairs to find a shining light on my face blinding me so that I can't see anything. My eyes adjust to the light an I see someone. Someone who is I think a woman. She had her hair in a side ponytail and is wearing black jeans and a red and black checkered shirt. I walk toward her with caution and when I am only a few feet away I start to hear beeping noises. She starts to turn slowly towards me I see the side of her face until everything is faded to white again.

I wake up with a jolt. Oh its just a dream. I turn to my alarm clock and shut it off. I sit at the edge of the bed and I stare at the floor. I wonder what that dream meant? I thought to myself. Pushing that dream to the back of my mind I get up and take a shower. 10 minutes later I am ready for school. I am in a walking distance from my school so I walk. 5:45 I read on my watch. Why am I going to school so early? Oh well might as well keep going. As I approach the school my eyes are caught on to something that looks very familiar. A girl with a side ponytail, a black and red checkered shirt, and black jeans. Wait, is that the girl from my dream. No it couldn't be, and if it is, why was she in my dream, I thought. I am in a few feet from her and I step on a pile of leaves and she turns around. SHE IS THE GIRL FROM MY DREAM!! I scream inside my head. I don't want to approach her because what if she has a cold or she had some other disease that I don't know about. I just look down and kept walking. I passed her and when I did it felt like we were in slow motion. As I passed her she grabs my arm. I jolt my arm away from her and we stare into each others eyes. It seemed like hours until she said something. "Do you have Mysophobia?" she asked in an eager voice. What? How did she know?

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