I started to dream wierd, something like a gush of snow falling on me or a person trying to tell me something.
I was laying on the bed covered in sweat, something holding me back from sleeping.
I wouldn't deny the fact that, even I didn't wanted to sleep afraid I would see them again.
I kept getting flashes of something I dont know about, i would often ignore it but they became worse.
At a limit I would say they weren't scary, but the surroundings and the feeling I had in the dream made me scared.
Its already 7:10 in the morning I got up and walked like a zombie to the washroom after a lack of sleep, like most of the teenagers.
_ YOUR BREAKFAST IS READY!
COME DOWN QUICK!
Screamed my mum from downstairs.
I went down, sat on the table and started eating.
_ What's wrong christine? Didn't you sleep last night?
_ I did mom, I'm just not a morning person you know?
I lied, I always did.
I never wanted anyone to know about the dreams I usually got.
The school bus arrived and I got in.
Here comes the gate i hate the most "the school gate"!
_ Christine! You early today wow!
I can't believe it.
Said my best friend lorraine
_ uh yeah! Just accidentally got up early.
We both walked in the class talking about stuff.
There was always this one room that gave me really creepy vibes.
Whenever I passed it I felt like I want to go inside.
For instance it was a janitor room.
We got in the class when the professor came and started teaching.
In the middle of when I was trying not to sleep the professor called out to me
_ Christine! Get up please come here and keep these books in the library.
I was horrified because the library was right next to the janitors room.
_ uh-uh yes of course sir!
I carried the books which weighed like elephants and walked to the library.
When I was walking back to the classroom after keeping the books I glanced at the janitors room and this time I decided to go inside.
I went in and observed the surrounding which looked exactly like the dream, when I got a pull from the left wall and I closed my eyes by the sudden movement.
TO BE CONTINUED....