I woke up, and I was in a classroom. There is a horrendous salty spicy smell that I wonder where it was coming from. The teacher was trying to get me to wake up with what I eventually learn was called smelling salts. I was bored and sweaty. The other students there looked like they were proud to be there.
After a long platitudinous lecture on vowels and consonants later, the other students were going off to their other classes. It was only 930am and I had already had enough of what I could stand. I calmly walk up to the two old women and explain that I had my bachelors degree in my major already.
The teacher was a much older, small, frail woman, with frizzy orange hair. Another teacher, who was much bigger and younger and was also her student was waiting for her in the classroom.
I take out my screen and I scroll through the photos section. I am surprised when all I could find was family photos, woodland scenes, horrible crayon pictures, and gameplay shots of people and places that I couldnt remember.
"Very well, stuart, but isnt it time for your next class?"
I was 6.
Possible Morals: Strange things may happen between waking and dreaming.
STAI LEGGENDO
Ant Girl 7
ParanormaleAnt Girl 7 is a series of 12 stoic tales meant to stretch the boundaries of the way we perceive the world around us. These epics are actually a written record of coincidences that I have compiled over the years, with analyses and anecdotes included...
