I was in a large tent in the middle of a snowstorm. I couldn't see anything outside the tent besides white. There was a class going on. It was Spanish class but for some reason my Algebra teacher was running it. We each got a Spanish textbook, though no one used it. Everyone was really cold, and I was the only one brave enough to take off my gloves. The teacher was impressed. She told everyone that I was a model student and that now I could learn properly because I had no gloves on. At the end of the class, we were graduating. Another man in the room (student teacher?) collected our books and shook our hands, then we were dismissed. I woke up to see outside my window that it really did snow.
It was winter and I was looking for something in the snow in front of my house with my brothers. A car turned the corner and hit my youngest brother. I panicked and went to check on him (the owner of the car drove away). He was missing. Me and my other brother checked the mounds of snow to see if he landed in there. I was so afraid. I saw my uncle's house. I ran around to the back and up a ramp to a deck (it definitely didn't look like thier house at all, and it was across from mine). There were a lot of people over. My uncle was sitting on a chair by the ramp. I told him my little brother got hit by a car. He didn't say anything. I ran to my aunt and told her. She told me to stop bothering her while she had company over. This made me snap. I picked up a huge pile of snow and launched it at her. I ran back to my house to see if my other brother found him yet. He was inside, on the computer and his friend was over. I couldn't believe it. No one cared that he got hit by a car.
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