I stood in front of the human-sized maroon brown gate back at home, at night. I was still In school uniform at that time, so I surmised that I just got home from school. I open the gate... grunts.
clears throat
So I-
tries to open gate
...
I keep on struggling to open the gate.
-- It won't budge!
I tried harder and then finally, it opened. But there was something on the floor. It was a corpse. Her head was bloody due to the gate being continuously pushed and pulled. I was aghast.
-- What... Arley?
I ran to the top of the elevated ground, to the where the house is. I asked for help from whoever was there. When I was finished talking, I'm not sure if I did the right thing, but I felt stupid either way. I don't know if I should've asked for help nearby or go up to the house and ask for help.
I looked down to the gate and the body was still there. I also realized that there was a black car parked outside.
Within a blink of an eye, I arrived at another scene. We were in the black car. Inside, was Afino, Algan, and there were others that I don't remember. They were saying about missing a Journalism workshop or contest due to Arley being injured while slowly turning their head towards me. I felt so guilty. [Arley is a classmate of mine who is one of the writer's of our school newspaper.]
The scene shifted again. I was in my dad's car and we were driving toward a large building. There I saw students waiting outside. They were carrying school materials and it looks like they were waiting for their parents to pick them up
-- It's the workshop! I see some names posted on a wall. Those names probably belong to those who were worthy of going to the regionals or nationals. Of course, my name wouldn't be there. I didn't attend it.
I was a bit sad at the fact that I missed the workshop.
Strangely, my dad drove me back home after I took a good look of the site through the car window. It's as if he knew I was already done.
That was the end of the dream.
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