My friend stuck in a balloon. So I popped it, and he fell down, My first question was surprisingly not how did you get stuck in the balloon, but it was where did you come from? "from a vending machine" he replied so calmly as if kids get stuck in balloons and vending machine's everyday. I asked him to show this vending machine, so like a normal person would do he showed it to me. I saw it, the machine looked very normal if there weren't all those kids stuck in balloons in the vending machine. I popped every single one of the balloons until everyone was free, then the vending machine exploded. The kids in this place were starting to creep me out, because even a vending machine explosion seemed to have not interested them. Behind the vending machine was a Coca-Cola can, I took it and I drank it for no apparent reason. I saw my mom in front of me and she said,"time for school". I didn't care, I was enjoying pure happiness in this can of Soda, until my alarm rang, and I saw my mom in front of me again and she said,"time for school" again, Except this time it was in the real world so it was obviously more boring than in the dream world where vending machines explode and kids think it's normal. Now I am mad, I got up after a pretty awesome dream, where I was drinking soda, sadly I didn't finish the soda, which is why I am mad, and now I also have a sudden craving for soda. My friend is also blocking me from seeing the white board, this friend is the same one who I popped out of the balloon in the beginning of this story (that you probably want to put down right now because it is not a real masterpiece of writing, and yes I make grammar mistakes like every single person in the normal world not my crazy dream world). Now that got me thinking do people in my dream world make grammar mistakes, if they do that would be the only thing normal about them, yay! I may have just found the only normal thing about my dream world. Anyways back to my friend who is blocking me, he has a small head so I could easily see around him, but I can't. This is because my friend has lots of hair, lots of it. I need to ask him to bald it, That reminds me, I need to cut my hair. I went to P.E. someone barfed, people thought it was funny. It was very funny, but I tried not to laugh. This got me thinking do people in my dream world barf if so do they think it is funny just like us normal people, Now, this got me thinking again whether we aren't normal, being normal is impossible, because my dream world people are normal in their world, and we are normal here. I am thinking too deep, and because of this I wasn't paying attention, and because of this I had to run and extra lap. Oh well. Next we have art, the teacher usually is mean but today the teacher is nice because she isn't here. There is a sub in her place, and this sub isn't nice but she isn't mean. She is very clueless, so it is very easy to trick into doing things for us instead of us doing things for her. I tried to stay out of this, but in the end everyone gets mob mentality and I joined. While kids were yelling out stuff that we can never really do in our class, like eat candy and stuff. I was thinking do kids in my dream world ever go to school, if so do they have substitute teachers, if so do they confuse them like we do if the sub teacher is an easy target, my dream world people are starting to seem a little more normal, but then again what is normal. . . I didn't realize that I was drawing a lot while thinking about these things, but who cares my drawing was really good. I got an A on my assignment (even though there wasn't any assignment, it was just a way for us to get higher grades). Next I had Language arts, some kids think calling it English is funny, I just hope that those kids will have more mature lives in the future. My Language arts teacher is funny, nice, and gives out candy. Everything you could ever want in teacher so I am happy I got him. Though, he does give long talks to us. Today, coincidentally he was talking about what exactly normal is . . . so I joined in on this conversation and talked about what I had experienced so far today, and guess what everyone was enjoying it until I accidentally said a bad word while talking, so I got a detention for an hour after school. This got me thinking even harder about my dream world friends, do they get detentions, if so what do they get it for. They might seem even more normal than I thought they were, but then again what is normal. Next was Math, my teacher was having a terrible day, he spilled coffee on himself, and then when he went to get a tissue, he stepped on his sunglasses, He gave us a no homework day while he went to fix himself up. We cheered, though some were sad (I don't know why). Do my dream people get sad if they don't have to do a certain chore, or do they cheer like us. Math was the last class of my day. So I shall take a 5 hour rest break, well not really because I have an hour of detention so a four hour rest break. You don't need to know what happened in detention because detention is a boring place where nothing interesting happens. So even if I told you, you would tell me to stop
AFTER FIVE HOURS
Ok, I have eaten dinner and will now go to sleep, I am going to meet my dream friends and ask them what exactly goes on in their world, So good night; P.S. this was not meant to be a very rushed ending, but I am sleepy so I am trying my best. Oh shoot, I just forgot all my questions for my dream people, maybe I will have another day just like this one and remember it all over again.
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