We are standing at the entrance of a very traditional looking place. He explains how the school has four levels, for four levels of mastery. Turns out all the best authors in the world have graduated from here. I take a step---- BEEP BEEP BEEP. My alarm starts ringing and I blearily get up to shut it off. That was an intense dream, but why was I about to be a writer? I'm a psychology major. No way am I going to become a writer. Then I noticed the time, turns out my alarm had been going off for about five minutes now and I needed to hurry up. I quickly brush my teeth, take a shower and head out to University. I'm sitting in my class when somebody catches my eye. As I get a good look at him, I'm left there gaping. WHAT IS HAPPENING. It was the same guy from my dream.
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That One Time
Short Story"I'm sitting in my class when somebody catches my eye. As I get a good look at him, I'm left there gaping."
