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I was at my Middle School. I was in 8th grade, it was the end of the day. When I walked down the hall to exit the school, the teacher of this 6th grade class told me that I had to spend tomorrow in 6th grade. I'm certainly short enough to blend in as a 6th grader. I thought it was because I did something wrong, or it was a plan to teach me a lesson. I started walking home.
All of a sudden, it was tomorrow and I was in the 6th grade class being introduced as a new student. I went to an empty table and she gave me an assessment test to see what I already knew. It was really easy, I didn't get any questions wrong. When I went back to the table after giving in the
test and taking a seat, I noticed all the before empty seats were now occupied with other students.
The teacher left the room. All the other kids started talking to me about things. I somehow became friends with many of the people. The teacher came back in with a big smile and gave me a small packet, which had questions about US History. I didn't finish in time for lunch, but when I gave it back to the teacher, she smiled really big again and told me how smart I was.
I don't remember how lunch and the periods after went. I walked out of the school, taking a different exit then what I usually took in 8th grade. Then, a teacher came to me, and asked why I wasn't in my classes. He was old and had hardly any hair. The hair he did have was white. There were many wrinkles around his eyes. I don't know why I remember this man's facial features so much...
I all of a sudden thought the whole reason I went to the 6th grade was because I had dreamed about it the night before, and went there because of thinking my dream was real. I didn't say anything. A group of my current friends came and asked what happened to me. I started to get anxious.
My newly made 6th grader friends came and told the teacher what happened. I couldn't make out what they were saying because my current friends kept asking me questions. The teacher came back to me and told me it was alright. I was to go to my 8th grade class tomorrow. I started walking home, taking a different path than I did in 8th grade. A person behind me through a quarter past me and ran to pick it up. He was a person I knew, but I wouldn't consider him a friend. We talked about things, and then one of his friends came up to join us.
A person up ahead in the block threw a quarter at us, and I ducked to avoid getting hit. It's weird, why would people throw their money at others? I felt the quarter bounce off my back. Now, another guy I know, but aren't really friends with came and picked up the quarter. He threw it across the street. The guy at the end of the block yelled at him and soon everyone was yelling at each other. I walked home, as I didn't want to get into the argument about quarters. <.<
I noticed that this new path was a lot quicker than my other path I usually took. It was only like 3 blocks away, but that was impossible, as my house is pretty far away from my Middle School.
I woke up.
Clarity (Vividness) - Great (I remember in very good detail what had happened, besides the fact that I don't remember lunch and the periods after.)
Time (How long it seemed) - Great
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I was on my computer. I looked at the time, at the bottom right corner. It said it was 2:##. (don't remember the #s) I never stay up that late, so I looked again. Now it was 12:##. I heard my brother in the other room. I looked at the bottom of my closed door, the lights were on in the hall. I looked back at the time, 5:##. I stepped into the hall and saw my parent's room's door was opened, I went in. The TV was on, my father was watching it. My Mom wasn't there. On the TV was my Dad, half-naked (no shirt, yes pants), even though he was wearing a shirt in outside the TV. I asked what he was doing.
My Dad started talking about this virtual thing, having to do with his body. He made the program he was using on the TV sound really complicated, and he went on and on about it. On the TV, the hairs on his body looked really fake, like black stripes.
Clarity (Vividness) - Good
Time (How long it seemed) - Good
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