So I dream ed that I was in my school. Some kids were chasing me to steal my valuables, which for some odd reason was my school supplies. They chased me up the stairs and they finally took my stuff. They ran off with it. Then, I noticed more stairs. They were never there before. I went up. I saw priceless antiques. There were watches, jewels, everything you could imagine. I saw a watch I wanted. I went to go and take it.
"Don't touch it." A voice said. I turned around and a man in a brown suit was standing there.
"Sorry, I didn't-"
"Don't be child. This is my hidden antique shop. And you may buy one item."he said. I thought, oh, another stupid DC. I didn't have enough money to afford anything there. So I summoned a pistol. Just before I could draw it, my mother showed up! She came up, bought something, and finally left. Then, he showed me some of his cheap antiques.
"Maybe this is affordable." he said.
"Maybe I can give you some free lead!" I shouted drawing the gun. I shot him. He fell down the stairs. Two police men showed up to the body, and of course, looked up.
"Murderer!" one of them shouted pointing at me. Uh-oh. I jumped down off the stairs and ran. Then, I heard gunshots.
"AH!" I shouted as a piercing breath-taking pain seared through my thigh. I was hit. But I was still on the run. I ran up to the third floor. They shot me again, this time in the back. Then, I was shot again in the arm. I ran downstairs. I was shot again. Right in the leg. I ran into the art room. And of course, the first thing everyone saw was the gun in my hand. They screamed. The art teacher calmed them down.
"Hide back there!" he told me. I ran to the hiding spot and sat down. I was now sitting in a pool of my own blood. A friend ran over and sat down to help me. Then, I woke up.
Originally Posted by ineverwakeup13
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