I wake up and wander around my room wondering what I was dreaming about. I do this almost every morning, but everyday it's useless. For some reason I dream big adventurous dreams but I wake up and can never remember them. I decide to go into my closet and I reach in and grab some clothes and pull them over my head. I look at the clock. HOLY SMOKES!! It's 8:33! My classes start at 8:40! All through though I sleep in a dorm, my dorm mate isn't very helpful. I have only asked one thing of her, to wake me up at 8 every morning. Of course, she doesn't. She claims that she can't even get her self out of bed in the morning. My instincts tells me that Sam (my dorm mate) is still in bed. Eyes closed. Covers held tight. still dreaming an endless dream. I my bag of the door handle and run into the small room we call our living room.
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Death in Dialogue
ПриключенияThis story is about a girl named Rose. She lives in a world where wands are not required. Where life is not fair. Where danger is everywhere. Where death could be just around the corner. Where magic. Is. Real. P.S I've good 100 pages worth of this...
