The shaping of the school was weird. I don't even think it was one. There was a room full of us sitting in desk but I sat on the floor because I wasn't wanted there. I guess you can say this was piano class but there were no instruments in site.
My ex boyfriend was there too. Waiting to see if he had a chance with me. It was like we never happened to him or his memory was erased. But we were toxic and I knew I couldn't do that again.
I got teleported to a workshop room and when I went downstairs it was fulled with people taking a test. I never got the chance to do anything because this Thing started chasing me.
I tried hiding.
I tried speaking to it.
I even tried to wake up.
It got a hold of me.
I died.
And all I could hear was the sound of my ex boyfriend's voice saying how I deserve it.
I hate it.
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Little Dreams
RandomMy dreams have been becoming more and more...... I don't know the word for it but I need somewhere to put them. Some are true to real life others are pieces of other people's life that I get a glimpse of. Now they are just in story form.
