The New School Club
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears. I see I'm in a school.
I do not recall attending another high school.
The school is Japanese style, like in an anime.
A few students shout. I turn and look at them.
These random girls say I'm their friend.
I don't recognise these girls. I can't argue.
The girls and I end up going to a clubhouse.
The room is our clubhouse. We write stories.
I do not recall signing up for this club, though.
They say I am the vice president in here.
My phone's alarm goes off, waking me up.
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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