"Science explains it all" Mrs. Bailey told her seventh-grade class. She said "At night a dream is caused by the incidents that happen in our day. These incidents place themselves in such a way that it turns out to be a dream. A dream normally helps you think about your day, things that have hurt you and how to deal with it. Sometimes a dream encourages you to do something or it teaches you the way of the world. Some dreams which give you a fright are called nightmares. Though I must say that after the United Nations was formed almost none of us have experienced a nightmare more than once. Some people say that it is magic, while many say it is science. As for me, I think that it is necessary to keep a little bit magic alive inside of you. So, I must quote Arthur C. Clark and say that Magic Is Just Science We Haven't Understood Yet."
Mrs. Bailey was a young woman who had recently married. She had blue eyes, blonde hair and freckles. She had huge round specs. She was tall and skinny and led a very happy life. However, this was not true at school. Her students just didn't appreciate the benefits of having a class where no one was short of books and tables. If she had her way, she would bring all the teachers of her childhood come back so that they would sort out her class.
Blake Hawthorne sat up straighter and listened more eagerly his teacher. Blake had always enjoyed learning new things but this was especially close to him.
His teacher continued "This world is so scary and dark. Cause if you see around there are very few people we can trust. Almost everything is dangerous. Everyday some robbery has happened or someplace blasted into the air by a bomb. Why is all this happening? We refuse to help people who need it. So, people do such crimes for money and to survive. We need something to lighten this world up. If you ask me that something would be dreams. So, any questions?" Blake jotted his hand in the air.
Mrs. Bailey could not see any hand other than Blake's so, she said "Yes Mr. Hawthorne"
Blake stood up and said "But Mrs. Bailey, how am I supposed to know who is correct? Is it the people who say that it is science or those who say that it is magic?"
Mrs. Bailey put on a smile and said "You have to believe or sometimes an incident happens in your life which will give you your answer. Magic is in the air but so is science. There is an equal chance for both guesses being correct. Which brings me back to what I told you first. You have to believe." Hearing this Blake sat down and knew that he was always going to believe in magic.
Blake was a boy with red hair. His eyes were emerald green. He had recently got braces and had a knack for reading books. He loved coming to school. He was constantly bullied for being the teacher's pet. His only friends were the characters he dreamt and read about. He wished every day to wave a magic wand and be transported to the place where dreams are created.
The bell rang and Mrs. Bailey told the class to write an essay about their wildest dreams.