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It was 6:45 when I dreamt of the best dream ever! It consisted of two unicorns and a flying pig! It was about to finish when someone decided to repetitively tap me. I moved away from the person in my dream, only to find out that it was my mother telling me it was time to go to school. I slowly recovered from my sleep and I rose from my bed. I put my slippers on and went to the washroom to brush my teeth. After brushing my teeth, I went downstairs to eat breakfast. The meal I was eating was milk and Cheerios, with a glass of 100% orange juice. I put on my clothes and I said bye to my dad because he was just leaving off to work. I packed my bag and I told my mom that I was walking to school today with my sister. I put on my boots and my sister and I were off in the snow. It had been snowing quite harshly outside yesterday night just like every other day. It was about 8:20 when we arrived to school. We had arrived early because we were going to do some BOPS (sheets of music we play to Mr. Jackson) in Mr. Jackson’s class. We walked to our separate lockers and I unpacked my jacket and bag inside it. I took my boots off and wore my indoor shoes instead. I walked inside Mr. Jackson’s room and I noticed all of the trumpet cases were gone. This must have meant a lot of students were coming in for BOPS today. I looked at the line and noticed almost 14 students waiting in line to play music to him. I decided to do some theory on music instead. At 8:45 we had to line up for our classes and since it was a day 5, I knew we were going to have history first. But first, we had to listen to the Canadian national anthem. We waited about 10 seconds for the “moment of silence” and took our seats. As we passed our history lessons, the 2nd period bell r...
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...in. I knew he was going to fall for the trap again. The bell rang and I knew that it meant that the language part of the day was going to commence. We learned about exotic and endangered sea creatures and even saw a few pictures of them. We then had to comprehend the text and answer a few questions. After a long 2 hours it was finally time to go home. I said goodbye to my teacher and my friends and almost forget to take my math homework home. I went home and surfed the internet for funny videos of people falling. IT WAS HILLARIOUS! After some good laughs, I decided to do my math homework on pages 82-84. It was easy as pie and even finished 10 minutes earlier than expected. Then I realized that my mother was calling me to eat dinner. I ate my dinner and decided to brush my teeth. I was about to get a good night sleep and hopefully no one is going to ruin it this time!
A New Kind of Dreaming is a novel written by Anthony Eaton, about a teenage boy, Jamie Riley, being referred to rural Western Australia where, he meets new friends, enemies and also discovers a shocking secret about the towns head police officer. The pressure to find out the secret puts Jamie in a great deal of trouble, from being frightened by the police, blamed for a fire and vandalism offences and even going missing in the desert. The characters have authority or are defenceless.
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My mom was laying down next to me rubbing my head and trying to make me laugh. We were all waiting for my surgeon to come to take me in. At one point, the surgeon came and told me to kiss my parents and say goodbye, I got scared because I thought I wasn’t gonna see them again, I thought they were gonna leave me forever. I started crying and tried to run away. I was kicking, screaming, and making up excuses so that they can let me go. Two nurses hold me down and tried to calm me down. The surgeon put a mask on me and told me to count to ten. The mask smelled like cherries, I couldn’t resist not to smell it. The room was spinning and all of a sudden it was pitch
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My dad and sister watched television, my mom crocheted, and I worked on my Kinderbuch for German class. As usual, everyone but me fell asleep. At 10:30, we packed all of our things into the back of the Tahoe and pulled around to he front to return the keys.
Personal Narrative - My Dream I picture myself center stage in the most enormous and fantastically beautiful theater in the world. Its walls and ceilings are covered in impeccable Victorian paintings of angels in the sky. A single ray of light shines down upon my face, shining through the still, silent darkness, and all attention is on me and me alone. The theater is a packed house; however, my audience is not that of human beings, but rather the angels from the paintings on the walls come alive, sitting intently in the rows of plush seats. Their warmth encompasses my body, and I know at that moment that it is time to begin.
My dream had begun on a deserted shore. After a while, I was able to find a little cottage that belonged to a fisherman. I needed from him a boat in order to get to an island (it looked like a great mountain that was rising from the water and was covered with snow). All of a sudden, I sat in the boat with four of my roommates as well as with my father and grandfather. However, only then have we found out that we do not have enough food to get to that island, so we turned our boat back to the harbor. Upon our return, we had gone into a forest that was covering almost all of the land that we were able to see. After a period of time, the length of which I was not able to determine, we have found an arbor and there were many deer running around it. But instead of shooting any of them, I shot an old ugly pig with six bullets. That was the end of my dream. The next day in the morning I wrote it down as soon as I woke up.
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When I got home I quickly got ready, I ironed my cap and gown, did my make-up and hair, and made my last phone call to Andrew. I called him right before I left and asked him if he was sure he did not want a ride. Again he responded politely and on my way I went. When I got to the high school everyone was taking pictures, laughing, and talking about how they were g...
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