Plot Twist

Chapter 1

Mrs. Brown, you're a bitch. What kind of evil human being assigns a research essay three days before exams, huh? The only kind of person who could commit such an evil act is someone who clearly hates children and shouldn't be teaching the public school system. And, by the way, remember when you yelled at me for "back-sassing" you and claimed I gave you the middle finger and I said I just had to itch my nose? Well, I DID give you the middle finger! Take that, Helga.

Jason, remember that pencil I lent you in ninth grade? It was my favorite. It was sparkly and said, "sassy is classy" on it, and I let you borrow it out of the kindness of my heart. Unfortunately, you never returned it to me, and I've held it against you ever since. Douche.

Muffin, what can I say? You've been the best cat ever. Mom and dad might sell you, and if they do, you better not forget me. Nobody will tell you how amazing Harry Styles is like I will. Remember that, you freeloader.

Leo, you're my little brother. All I can really say is, you're an evil little kid. Spreading legos around the hallway? Yeah, not cool, you little idiot. I hate you. No, I love you. Whatever, just don't be stupid.

Harry Styles, you're amazing. I always have thought I'd someday bump into you, introduce myself, act like I'm not obsessed with you, and then marry you and have lots of kids. Oh, well. I love you.

With that, I concluded all my last messages to loved ones. Surprisingly, the whole thing seemed to help me calm down a little bit. Taking another look around at my foreign surroundings, I couldn't help but think this whole room just looked so much like me.

It's like my imagination threw up in here or someth -

Wait.

Hold the phone.

Back the truck up.

My imagination.

Like, my brain.

Oh, my gosh! This is a dream!

Feeling a new burst of adrenaline, I leaped from the bed covered in a blue comforter and began to pace around the room.

I mean, of course! Why hadn't I jumped to this conclusion first instead of coming up with that crazy kidnapping/stalking theory? The bedroom looking so personal to me is clearly the result of some weird, lucid dream I was having. I mean, I did drink a lot of chocolate milk last night and that sugary deliciousness has been known to do strange things to me...

This revelation seemed to lessen my adrenaline rush, but my heart seemed to still be working to beat out of my chest. Probably from the excitement of having a dream and knowing it was a dream. I'd heard about lucid dreams before, but never experienced one. Now that the thought of impending doom is gone, this is actually pretty cool.

The only question left to ask was, why the hell am I standing here, pacing in my dream-room when I could be out exploring dream-world? I could wake up any second and here I am, wasting my time!

With that thought in my mind, I took one last longing glance at the cat lamp before opening the door and walking out. I'll be back for you, cool cat lamp and Harry Styles posters.

Beyond the door, there was a hallway and stairwell with wooden flooring and five other doorways leading down. Overall, it looked like a pretty normal looking house to me - which was a little disappointing, consider this is a dream, and it would've been pretty sick if I was on a spaceship or something.

Cough, Star Wars, Cough.

I almost felt buzzed, that's how excited I was. Which door should I open? They all looked the same, but what if there's a room full of chocolate behind one and a like, some sort of dragon behind another that's ready to eat me?