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#3- Weird Dream

I just had a really weird dream this morning and I felt like posting it. IDK why. . .

Sooo... I'm just gonna make my dream a short story. Well it was more of a nightmare but whatevz! Read on. . .

Tonight was the night of the band concert. Most of the band was ready to perform, including myself. I play the saxophone. We were told to wait. I waited a LONG time. An hour or so...

Tired of waiting in that hot room with everyone else I went to the lobby-ish area.

Bored there, I went to the kitchen which was connected to the concession area. i waved to the volunteers i knew then went to the actual concession area.

A boy from my class was there. His name was Stephen. Lanky boy. He was almost as tall as me.    I am 5'8''. He had short, brown, semi-curly hair and blue eyes. White (kinda like paper, his words not mine!), and had rectangular rimmed glasses.

Me: Hello?

He didn't notice me.

Me: Hi Stephen.

Stephen: Oh hi

Me: Why are you here? Your not in band.

Stephen: (statement was more like a question) Cause I wanted to come?

Me: Okay. . .

We chatted as we got some food. We kept talking for a bit, but it was boring until...

He stole my Coke. I had brought 2 to the table.

I got up to get more napkins.

Me: Where's my coke?

Stephen was laughing. 

Me: Stephen... (getting angry)

Stephen: What?

Me: Give me back my soda.

He stood up. He ran. I chased him all around the room. Chased him through the lobby . 

An adorable little girl was there. I yelled stop him. The little girl pushed him into a corner.

Me: (laughing) Aha! gotcha!

Stephen: (Laughing)

Me: (to little girl) Thank you. You can go now.

Little girl: (new yorker accent) No problem.

I turned back to Stephen who was still LHAO. (laughing his ass off)

Me: (straight face; stopped laughing) Now give me my Coke.

He could barely hand it to me cause he was still laughing extremely hard. I snatched it away. Then I slapped him across the cheek.

Me: (black ghetto girl voice) Don't you eva steal my drank again!

After that I left and began to walk home. (I lived kinda close to the school) It was almost 9pm but it was still really bright out.

I was almost home but I stopped 2 blocks/streets away from it. I just stood at the intersection. Cars passed me but one car stopped and the person inside stared at me and went on their way.

Soon after, a car speed towards me. It was one of those old fashioned, vintage British cars. You know those black ones that police use? Yeah those. (picture on side)

Note: This took place in America.

Police officer: You must come with me immediately!

The guy look familiar. Looked like a 7th grader named Edward. He was short compared to me. He surprisingly had a moustache. Looked fake. way too curly.

Me: Edward?

Police officer: What?

Me: Never mind. I'm not coming with you. This could be a scam!

Police officer: Fine. (Arnold Schwarzenegger voice) I'll be back! (short youtube clip to watch)

I watched as he left with his crew. A couple minutes later, he came back. He drove up on the sidewalk.

Same police officer: Are you gonna come?

Me; Yeah, I guess.

I went with them. The car had leather seats. Pretty nice for a vintage car!

We arrived at a parking lot area which was close to my school. Lots of people were there.

Me: (opens car door, runs out) Mom?

Mom: (coughs)

Me: Mom, are you alright?

Mom: Not really.

She shows me her fingers. Covered in ashes and a finger is bleeding, as if recently burned too.

Mom: Fire.

I look at the rest of her, ashes all over her!

I look at all the other people. I realize the volunteers are there. Most are covered in ashes. Others are soaking wet.

I find a girl who has curly brown hair in a side ponytail. She reminds me of a girl named Mya from 5th grade.

Me: (to Mya) What happened???

Mya: Um.. I'm not gonna tell you. 

Me: Fine.

I can hear, Mrs. Ojo, one of the kitchen volunteers, yelling.

Mrs. Ojo: It was that Ms. Syski!

Ms. Syski was the school librarian.

Mrs.Ojo: She caused this fire. I know it.

I kept wondering to myself, Why would she set fire to the kitchen area. . . ?

Set Fire To The Rain by Adele began to play in the background.

I kept listening to the gossip about what happened. I found out she wanted to help in the kitchen. Soon a fire started but she wasn't in the room with them anymore.

I still have no idea why she would do such a thing. Rebelling against the school? Not paid enough?

I found out that the kitchen only had 2 out of 5 working sprinklers. So sad. Also the roof of that area collapsed. No one was killed. Also no fatal injures, just tons of cases of smoke inhalation.

THE END. . . That was my dream/nightmare mess. Hope you like it.

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