Short Stories with Tragic Endings

I am at some music competition. I am walking out and the building looks quite
Similar to Byerly, a building on my college's campus. I call my mom to pick me
up. She asks how it was and I tell her it was great and she should come sometime.
I get home and decide to go back with some fruit. Why? I do not know. I find a
basket in my room and start looking for fruit. There are many apples on my
dresser but most of them are partially eaten and rotting. I find several good ones
though, and drop them in the basket. I leave my house and walk down my street.
Somewhere along the line, I end up back on the walkway beside Byerly an hour
and a half away on Millersville campus. The dream ends.