I swallowed thoughtfully as the hand moved quickly towards my neck. Reaching to suck me in to q world where all I could see was a deep dark blackness. And as it pulled me there, my mind became unstable.

“Oh shoot!” I woke up from my sleep and hit my head against the back of a chair. I felt groggy, disoriented, tired, and grumpy. Four things that did not fit well with me, Allie Stone.

“Sleeping on the job again eh Al?” I felt a tiny poke with a pencil against my back. I doubled backwards in my chair to find my best (yet slightly annoying) friend, Kylie, staring at me with her deep brown eyes. It took me a second to remember where I was until I saw Kylie’s plaid blazer and black full length skirt with a capital A on the front. I took in the desk she was sitting in (which looked like a stack of wood with legs) and the ancient history book sprawled out in her hand with a ebbed pencil in between her fingers.

“Crap,” I said with a roll of my eyes and a flip of my dark brown hair,” I’m at school”

“Wow Al,” Kylie hissed behind me,” welcome back to Hell, hoped you enjoyed your visit to Dreamland. It’s over, waaaaayyyy over. Now get back to work before Mr. Edwards finds out you were sleeping in his class and sends you to the Headmaster…..again”.

I rolled my eyes but did as Kylie said and opened my giant text book.

* Hi! For those of you who don’t know me (considering that might be all of you), I’m Allie Lauren Stone. I’m 14 years old and attend the 8a class at Wellembrooke Boys and Girls Academy. (Which everyone just basically calls the “Academy” since it’s the only private school in Iowa). As you have seen, or read (depending on who you are), I’m a slacker. You know those kids that teachers sit around talking about everyday because they never do work in their classrooms? Yeah, well that’s me. I probably fit the definition of a “little cretin” (something one of my teachers in 4th grade called me multiple times a day) to a “t”. You could probably read about me as the “worst kid ever” in some lousy teachers memoirs. (Yeah. I’m so bad that middle-aged adults have to write a book about me). I could probably go on and on about how much of a badass I am, but I wouldn’t want you to get the idea that I’m gloating. (Ha! J ). So, back to my story. (Which I hope is interesting at this point. By the way, thanks for reading it!)*

I opened up the text book and flipped to a random page. Not really caring if I was doing the right thing or not. As long as I looked like I was doing something, I would be okay.

“I had one of those dreams again” I whispered to Kylie, who was (the good little angel), doing her work. I looked around the classroom to see if any snitches were watching me. The Academy had classes split up based by last name. (Which was pretty stupid since goody-goodies like Kylie had to sit around with the stupid people, like me. But I’m kind of happy with the arrangement since it means Kylie and I will be in the same classes every year.)

“Uh-huh” Kylie said from behind me. She leaned in towards her desk so she could hear me better.

I made a circular rotation with my eyes to see if anyone was paying attention to us. The coast was clear. I relaxed a little and begin to talk again,” Yeah, but only this one was worse. The guy came really close to strangling me!” I whispered hoarsely, throwing my hands up in the air to add on to the dramatic effect. I saw a few of my classmates send me annoyed glances and rolls of their eyes, and I took a quick glance at Mr. Edwards desk. He was hunched over his laptop, his reading glasses sliding off his nose as he typed something into the keyboard. Sheesh! What a loser! He wasn’t paying any attention to the class, which only made my situation easier. I redirected my attention to Kylie. She had her head down and was doing her work while listening to me. (She is such a saint).

I turned my body in my chair to face her halfway, staring at the top of her curly black hair.

“Anyway, like I was saying,” I whispered more bravely, “ I could see his hands reaching for my neck! It was like I was actually about to die.” Kylie smiled a teeny smile, but still did her work. Not uttering a word.

That is one of my pet peeves about Kylie, she doesn’t have a sense of danger to her. I bet a elephant could walk in the classroom and offer free rides and Kylie wouldn’t move unless the teacher said it was okay. On the other hand, I would probably jump on the elephants trunk and start doing black flips while the teacher watched. But I have to admit that I can’t live without her. What she missed out in fun, she made up in tongue. (And boy can this girl put me in my place). She is like my own personal stay-at-home mom.

OWWWWW.....hand.....hurts....will.....write....more...later....-gasps-...Hey peoples! This is a official note from the author, Blue, >.<. If you like this story so far, then I pray to God that you'll review it. If you want me to read your stories, then I totally will. I'm always looking for new material to read, and that's the main reason I joined this site. So don't be afraid to yell at me and say, "READ MY STORY". I'm all for it. I support all writers and will give you a review (maybe more than you want.....but I like ti read like that). I hope I'm not typing to noone. Okay! May you all be blessed! This was Blue! Peace x's 2.