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IT WAS JUST A DREAM
“ Go away!” I screamed. The words fell clumsily off the end of my tongue.
“Wait! I think I hear something.”

It’s my alarm clock. Thank God. This must just be a bad dream. As I pull myself out of the dream, I am once again in my pale blue room sitting upright, staring out the window at the beautiful day. I reach for my clock. Shoot! I’m late. Mr Gerdini will put me on detention for sure. I jump out of bed, get ready and run downstairs. As I grab an apple and run onto my front lawn, I realise I’ve missed my bus! I guess I’ll have to take the 362 seeing as it stops about three streets away from my school. Ah, here we go- the 362. I jump on the bus and take a seat next to a girl with curly blonde hair and a red patch of pimples on her chin.

As the bus pulls up to my stop I get off and start running towards school. Thoughts are spinning in my head. Trying to avoid weekend detention, I run faster. As I come to the crossing, I take a quick glance to the right and keep running, not noticing a silver car speeding towards me. I feel a sharp pain in my legs and my head is throbbing.

As I open my eyes again, I realise I am no longer on Donaldson St. I’m…I’m… well I don’t actually know where I am. I’m lying on what looks like a trampoline! My trampoline. I’m in my backyard. I. get up and walk into the house.
Where’s mum? “She must be upstairs” I say to myself.
“Mum” I shout.
“Yes, sweetheart .”
I walk into the bedroom and sit on the bed next to her.
“Uuhh, Mum.” I say. “You do realise you’re reading the three little pigs?.”
“Well, it is a very interesting book” she said. “But enough of that, off to school or you’ll be late.
“OK’’ I said, looking at mum with narrow eyes.
As I walked out of the room, my dog jasper walked absent -mindedly past me with a wooden pipe hanging out of the left corner of his mouth.
I continued walking down the stairs my mouth still hanging open. I opened the door and looked out at the purple sky and a dolphin walking along the foot

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