The Final Quiz
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears and I see that I am no longer an adult.
I soon realise that I am roughly seventeen years old.
I realise it’s the final day of school and I am late.
Frustrated, I run out the house and I head to the school.
On my way to school, I quickly dodge past some folks.
I arrive at school, but my classmates are fine with me.
I check the test paper and I see my answers are filled
in.
When the bell rings, my alarm rings – ending the dream.
The End
The above story is a loose
adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel
free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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