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HALLUCINATION
Derek’s Perspective
I wake up in a hospital. Someone was hanging over me. It was kind of creepy. I looked around and realized I was the one in the hospital bed. I stared up at the person looking down at me.
I asked, “Why am I in a hospital, and who are you?”
They responded, “You were in a coma. anda drank too much diet soda. anda passed out. anda kept screaming out, ‘CARTER! CARTER!’ and flailing your arms around. anda kept saying, ‘Why, Jesse, why?’ We had to put anda in a straightjacket so anda wouldn’t harm yourself atau others.”
“Okay, but who are you?”
“I’m your mother, dear. Now take a bite out of these Spaghettios!”
“So was all of that a hallucination?!”
“I suppose so.”
“Where’s my girlfriend?!”
“Dear, you’ve been single for 10 years now.”
“Wait, how old am I then?”
“You’re 32, dear.”
“Wow, I’m a loser, aren’t I?”
“No comment. Anyways, I do believe that anda are ready to go home, yes?”
“I guess. One lebih question, though. Are anda a hallucination, too?”
She chuckled, “No, dear, I am not a hallucination. Let’s get anda back to my house.”
“Okay, mum. Let’s head home."
HALLUCINATION
Derek’s Perspective
I wake up in a hospital. Someone was hanging over me. It was kind of creepy. I looked around and realized I was the one in the hospital bed. I stared up at the person looking down at me.
I asked, “Why am I in a hospital, and who are you?”
They responded, “You were in a coma. anda drank too much diet soda. anda passed out. anda kept screaming out, ‘CARTER! CARTER!’ and flailing your arms around. anda kept saying, ‘Why, Jesse, why?’ We had to put anda in a straightjacket so anda wouldn’t harm yourself atau others.”
“Okay, but who are you?”
“I’m your mother, dear. Now take a bite out of these Spaghettios!”
“So was all of that a hallucination?!”
“I suppose so.”
“Where’s my girlfriend?!”
“Dear, you’ve been single for 10 years now.”
“Wait, how old am I then?”
“You’re 32, dear.”
“Wow, I’m a loser, aren’t I?”
“No comment. Anyways, I do believe that anda are ready to go home, yes?”
“I guess. One lebih question, though. Are anda a hallucination, too?”
She chuckled, “No, dear, I am not a hallucination. Let’s get anda back to my house.”
“Okay, mum. Let’s head home."
I hate school. I really hate it.Not because of the homework, atau the tests, atau the Gym classes. Its because he's there, like a ghost in the graveyard, he is the phantom of my dreams.
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I cinta him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good friends and i really did not want to ruin things oleh breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have berkata no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
It started in the 6th grade when he finally told me that he liked me. Don't get me wrong, i like him..... ok I cinta him, he is the dashing prince in my fantascies. But i was freaking out, we were really good friends and i really did not want to ruin things oleh breaking up. But it was want I always wanted right? Well in the mist of things I may have berkata no...... It was a huge mastake!!! it practally ruined our whole friendship!!!!! Now we don't talk anymore, we just never made it past the awkwardness. Now the moment stalks my dreams. It replays over and over again. Even now in 8th grade I still have those dreams. But we moved on! Its over! Done!
