"Com'on, you can do this." I think to myself as the teacher passed out finals.
"You studied all night, you'll do fine." Okay, fine, I won't fail. Hopefully.
I shake as I write my first name, "Tyler Gorg" then the date and what hour. "April 24, 2017" "3rd hour". Just 3 more hours. I smile to myself and start.
I was better prepared then I thought I was. writing all of it down. I'm just a normally kid. turning 17 in just a few weeks, as I almost reach the last question, I go over my life. Almost like I was telling myself a story. I finish, turn it in, and read. Til the bell rings. I jump a little, put my book in my arm and shove my pen in my right pocket and then I'm on my way to my next class.
About half way there, I feel a pounding in my head. Then everything goes a little blurry, fuzzy, then a loud scream, I can't hear anything but a slight sting of sound, then it all goes black. But I'm still in control, I can still think. So I try to open my mouth to talk, but I can't. I feel myself being moved to a new place.
I slowly wake up, "This is a dream" I think quickly.
Then I hear a man's voice, "He should be the last one."
My face goes pale. What?
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Believe The Impossible
Ciencia FicciónIt's impossible for people to fly. It's impossible for people to walk though walls. It's impossible for people to read minds. It's impossible for people to see through people. It's impossible for people to do anything out of ordinary. Or so I though...
