12:30 PM, I finally
awake. Being very late to school, I decide to wait until the periods over. I
get ready, then finally head to school. As I enter my car, I drive listening to
my playlist, “Late”. I feel the irony setting in as I finally reach the front
of the school. Upon arriving, I go to my 5th period class. The door is locked,
and nobody’s inside. So I wait for the bell to ring and having nothing else to
do, look for my phone. It isn’t there. I guess I just left it at home. As I sit
patiently, for an hour, I hope the bell to already ring, but it doesn’t. I find
this very weird and I begin to get anxious. I frantically look for my classes,
all my teachers, classmates, nothing.
After an hour of
searching, I just give up. I look for my keys, but only an unusual one is
there. I’m scared at this point, and I start running towards the gate. It’s
locked. I climb the gate but no matter how hard I try, I can’t. I keep
searching, looking for a way to get out. The sun begins to set, my fear grows
worse. Unbelievably I feel no hunger, no exhaustion. 3 days now and I try to
climb the gate once more. I fall and I hit my head.
It’s 12:30 PM, I’m at
home, awake. I try to wonder what happened in my dream but it slowly
deteriorates. First thing to come to my mind “I’m late for school”. I grab my
keys, then head towards it. I go to my 5th period class but it’s closed. My
dream comes back with a punch. I attempt to get out of the school but it’s
impossible. 3 days pass, it’s about 5 minutes before I fell from the gate the
last time. I stay away from it. Before I knew it a freaking tree falls on my
head, along with a key.
12:30 PM, again.
Being late, I head to school. Once through the gate my dream becomes apparent
once more. I search. Progress, I find a key to the gate. I try to open the lock
but it doesn’t work. I also put in the keys from my previous “adventures” until
the gate comes falling down onto me. Through every adventure I find different
keys, hoping to get out with the right one.
12:30 PM, I awake...
This story is amazing omg!!!! I loved it each morning how it happens over and over again well described I loved reading it great job!! ~Isabella Torres
ReplyDeleteThis is the kind of stuff nightmares are made from. Hope you don't ever wake up that late for school. I think you're voicing a fear many of us have experienced through the school years.
ReplyDeleteI got Dejavu reading this, great job... I had Dejavu reading this, great job.
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