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Chapter 1: The Look Through The Past!!!

(Sorry if this starts off short.) 

                  The thunder rumbled, the dark low clouds lighten with every strike of lighting. You’re class mates ramble on how it might storm or even get worst. Your thought on the whole thing is that you think it’s beatiful. “Something so pretty can be so deadly.” you whisper among your breath, as well yourself. You take a deep sigh as your teacher Ms.Takwaga called for the class's undivided attention.     

                   “Now… how everyone’s been talking about how we may have a saver thunder storm, and may or may not be getting out of school early. I still want everyone to be on their best behavior, and pay attention. “She spoke loudly. Even the talkative kids in the back of the class attention got grabbed by her grand voice. “So (Your Name) what happen during the Indian Removal Act? Who wanted to move west?” Ms. Takwaga look straight at you braking your of the window and to her pale gloomy face.

                        You looked at the ground, trying to go through your memory stem. Trying to pick out the answer. You stand up shyly. Your knees shake as every eyes places towards you face, and lands. You know there not going to go away until you answer the question. “Ummmmm… Jackson made the natives move so …. The Americans can extend west.” you try to say strongly but unsure of yourself. “Thank you Ms.(Your Last Name).” She started to ramble back on about the trail of tears, and the Indian Removal Act. You didn’t listen. You looked out the window as you took your seat once more.

                       It soon started to rain. The clouds grew darker, and strikes of lighting happen more frequently. “This is an important message. Please Teachers, and student may we have your attention? Please release the pickups, and walkers? The speakers went load and proudly announced through the school. Kids yelled in excitement. Sparks of exhilaration flew through your body. You stood up and followed half of your class members out the class door. You go straight to your homeroom and grabbed your stuff.  

                      As you hold your transparent umbrella over your head, you glance at the sky. Looking at every tear the sky cries. “I remember this. It also was raining that day.” You spoke aloud to yourself "I really can’t believe it’s been that long. I still can….” A big gust of wind grabbed your umbrella, as well blowing your skirt up. You squeal like you saw your favorite singer, While pulling your skirt down.  

                      As the wind faded away you open your eyes to see a circle like monster with red horns, and long arms. It stood over distributes of concrete, unorganized pieces still falling down. The monster had chains just below its mouth. Its teeth are long and sharp, like knifes. You stand there in shock, unable to move any mussel in your body. You want to scream murder, but your lungs won’t gush out the air. The best soon looks at you with its long and tipped tong. Your eyes widen when you notice its approaching you.   

                        When you thought you were done for a big flash of blue fire shoots at the demon. The demon flies back and hits a tree. “Are you okay?” A boy says with black hair and blue eyes, but the part that you couldn’t miss is that his whole body was in flames the hottest fire there is. You soon feel your legs getting week, and your body growing heavier. You barley can’t even stand up. Until your mind goes blink, and your surroundings goes black. That’s when you feel wet concrete, and that’s the only thing you remember.  

          -DREAM- 

                   The sky was dim, the crickets played there night time lullaby, the lighting bug illuminated the night sky. Everything looks so vivid! You thought to yourself as the dream played on. You held your teddy bear max close and tight to your chest. You played in the garden. Everything looked so familiar; you were about three or four years old. Your (Hair length) (hair color) hair went in small piggy tails, and (Eye color) eyes looked so innocent. You wouldn’t even hurt a fly. This looks way to clear for a dream. You thought to yourself as your toddler self- running through the garden.