Chapter one: A dream
My name is Peter Wong. I am a normal F.4 student. I always day-dream or dream and the dreams is always horrible. It’s usually about being chase of being killed, one or two times is about being in the Hell. I do not want to dream but they never get out of my brain. One time, I day-dreamed in the class, I saw the earth is breaking into small pieces and I’ve dead in an explosion, I screamed and the whole class laughed at me. The day after it, the dream appeared again, I was dead and I’m in a dark box. I do not know what will happen next because my dear classmate Kitty brought me out from that dream. It seems that the dream will never stop……
“Hey, Peter what’s wrong?” Kitty asked me. “Nothing, just a little dream, I’ve already get used to it.” I replied. Every day, the dream appeared in my mind. I’ve already made it to be my habit. I don’t care whether I dead in which way, that’s just a dream. Then the bell rang.
Mr. Ng is our biology teacher; he said that he would talk about why animals will die. That is very boring because I’ve tried all in my dreams. Crashing cars, killed by many weapons or die naturally. I start felling tried and I started to get a dream again.
Wow! That my first reaction. The trees were falling in the forest, they all fall down, and I stand there and doing noting because I can move, that the first time I cannot move in my dream. ”Hey! It’s my dream, why I can’t move, damn it!” I shouted. And the tree pressed on me. I closed my eyes and wait for die as uausal.
Ernest, remember "dead" is an adjective and "died" is a verb - he is dead, he died in his dream.
ReplyDeleteSo Peter has dreamt about hell? What is hell like?
It will be show in the following chapters.
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