I'm in a classroom, I can't remember what happened before this moment. My teacher is at the board of the classroom, writing down vocabulary definitions. He doubles over into a fetal position and bawls uncontrollably. I step from my desk and walk towards him. I place my hand over his shoulder, and he turns around.
"No, not you!" I exclaim as the creature appears rather than my English 10 teacher, Mr. Prescott. He lunges at me. I snap up.
"No, not who, Mr. Johnson?" Mr. Prescott inquires, as I realize that I was dreaming. He looks concerned and all of my classmates are looking at me and whispering amongst one another. I must have screamed out loud while asleep.
"Uhh, n-nothing," I stutter.
"Fine, Zachary, I'm afraid that if you don't want to tell me, I will make you tell the counselor."
"No, I'm fine. There is no need for that it was just a daydream i had." I said.
He went back to teaching the class as i settled back into my chair. This class was right before my favorite period. Which is also my last period.
As he is talking about some book, i glance out the window. I see a figure flying through the air. At first i thought it was a bird. Then i took a closer look. When i saw her my hand started burning. She looked unconscious and looked as if she was knocked into the air. The burning started to hurt worse then I took a look at my hand. Where the burning was happening it looked as if a red jewel was in my hand. I looked back out the the window but the girl was gone, and the burning stopped.
"Mr. Johnson." Mr. Prescott called.
I start to cough. Then the man that killed my father called my name.
"Zachary. Zachary. Zach-" I sprung up to realize i was in my classroom.
"Zachary!" My teacher called.
That must've all been a dream. One horrible dream. The whole class was staring at me as Mr. Prescott called my name.
"Join us for class." he said
"Yes sir," I answered.
The whole class laughed at me, but i didn't care. I wandered was the girl apart of my dream or not. Then the bell rang.
I walked out into the hall and the burning started again. I look down at my hand and wonder why it was burning so badly. I can't remember anything. Is my father really dead? Was I on an alien ship last night? Was that girl real? Nothing is making sense. I just decide to go to my next class, the worst of them all....PE
