Not so "Fresh"

Dec-imated

Fresh is in his 'Dreamland.' It wasn't anything special. Just a bunch of water (physics where are you)to walk and skate on, and some essential needs like his 3DS and a few pairs of heelies. Fresh stretched and took a couple steps forward, and falls straight into the water (ah there you are), he attempted to swim up but failed as something grabbed him by his ankles and dragged him deeper into the water. As the light above him grew fainter, a feral fear grew within him, as he knew that drowning could kill him.

Fresh's vision began to flicker, and he kicked his legs in a futile motion. Fear clouded his reasoning, which caused him to forget this was only a dream. A strange nightmare. Fresh ran out of breath and looked up, tears pricking his eye sockets, his vision going fast. He closed his eyes the fear beginning to shut him down, and every thing went bl- (what you think im that cliche of a writer??? sorry ill shut up now)

Fresh sat up quickly, hyperventilating. It took him several minutes for his reasoning to shine through and remind him that he was breathing, that almost everything was okay, and he was still alive. Fresh slips out of bed, as it was only a couple minutes until everyone woke up for school. He got dressed, a mild fever settling over him. He strolled over to the bathroom to brush his teeth and heard CQ's alarm go off.

Fresh ignored it, brushing his teeth and going to his room to grab his backpack. "Oh, there you are sweetie! Feeling better?" CQ asked, noticing Fresh walking through the hallway towards his room. "Yeah, ma." He stated, grabbing his backpack from his doorway and dragging it through the hall. Fresh stopped as CQ knelt down to check his temperature, clicking her teeth as she stated, "Bit of a fever. You sure you're okay?" "Yeah." Fresh assured, raising an 'eyebrow' in slight confusion. "Okay, you go to the Living Room and wait, I'm going to check on Geno and Error." CQ directed, kissing Fresh's forehead, getting up and walking away.

Fresh did as he was told, and walked into the Living Room and sitting down on the couch, thinking about his recent nightmare. It was bizarre, since his 'normal' dreams are pretty bland, and this one was, well, not. Fresh doesn't know how long he was sitting there, staring off into space, thinking about nothing in particular, but when he came to, Geno was pulling the hood of his windbreaker, trying and failing to move Fresh. "Oh, sorry broski!" Fresh apologized, getting up.

"It's okay!" Geno consoled, letting go of Fresh's windbreaker. "C'mon, we're gonna be late!" Error scolded, antsy to go. "Yo-yo calm down, brotato chip!" Fresh already out the door. Error reluctantly followed, Geno close behind.

When Geno, Fresh and Error, walked into the building, they were already full of chatter. Error was still ignoring Fresh, still angry that he didn't care that Geno was sick and probably still is. When they got up the first flight of stairs, they went their separate ways, going to their respective grade levels. While heading to his hallway, Fresh runs into (figuratively not literally) Decans. "Oh, hey Deccy dec! How are ya all up doing, you?" "O-oh, I'm okay, y-you?" "Well, I got all up sick, somehow, so dats unrad, but I'm totes, good bro!" Fresh gushes, feeling the twinge in his soul that he gets around Deccy- Decans, rise to the surface.

"O-oh really? Are you o-okay?" Decans asked, slightly concerned. "Broski, Bro-ta-to chip, I TOLD ya, I'm. Totes. Rad." Fresh confirms, continuing his speech after a few seconds. "Any-yo-yo, if we don't all up hurry, and I mean diggity-dang skedaddle, we're gonna all up be late to class, Deccy Dec!" Fresh states, a sense of urgency lining his voice. "Okay, Okay, let's g-go." Decans surrenders, following an already moving Fresh.

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The class flies out the classroom, the buzz of excitement for recess and lunch infectious. Fresh stays seated for a bit longer, trying to calm the rising wave of nausea before getting up. Decans stood in front of Fresh, his worry for Fresh almost palpable. "F-fresh? Are y-you feeling okay?" Decans asked, his voice slightly higher than before, a clear sign of concern. Fresh's cheeks flared a deep purple, and his breath hitched a bit and was sometimes shallow. "Y-yeah, broski. Just a b-bit dizzy." Fresh confesses weakly, his lingo not completely there. He wants to say everything, but not to Decans.

"If you s-say so..." Decans said, unconvinced. Fresh smiles weakly and stands up, which was a terrible idea, at first his vision flickered, and then he felt his legs give out on him. "Dec-" Fresh didn't finish his sentence, as he hit the ground, hearing his name being called numerous times, before blacking out, silence filling his mind and body.