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Mya's Dream

Mya's Dream

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I was following my friend up a mountain right? And when I got all the way up there, I for some reason flew up in the air and flew back. I hit rocks and sticks and branches and when I got down there, I got up and looked up at the top of the mountain to see my friend, and somehow she was a super fast human and got down this mountain super fast, and I tried talking to her and she wouldn't listen, I punched her and she didn't feel it, she ran back home with her superhuman speed and I tried following her but it was no use. When I finally reached the house she went to, I barged in and no one saw me or anything I did, they just saw the door swing open, and they ,ofc, blamed it on the wind. I started picking up food and dropping it and they got a little creeped out. I honestly didn't know if I was dead or invisible or if this was a ahead of time prank and they planned my fall. I just didn't know what to do. Then thats when I started crying. And couldn't stop. My friend started coming towardsme and she said hey, and i was like you can see me and she said yea and everyone else can to. She brought me out into the living room, and the others looked at her like she was crazy. After a week or two of my family looking for me, everyone could see me again. And I was afraid of high places ever since. THE END
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