The
Delinquent Class
By
Craig Wilson
The
smoke clears and I find myself in a high school.
Yet, I
have no recollection of returning to high school.
Looking
around, I notice the school looks like a prison.
When I
see the electric eyes looking around, I get nervous.
A
truant officer suddenly grabs me and drags me away.
I
protest. I say to the officer that I am not a student here.
I see
my reflection and I look like someone else entirely.
The
truant officer shoves me into any random classroom.
I
notice I am in a classroom with some delinquents.
My
alarm goes off, and I awaken from this strange 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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