Bad Dream

• Elisha Dana, Grade 7
• Short Story
• 2012

I wiggle my toes. They imprint the luscious green grass beneath my feet. Brightly  coloured wildflowers of reds, yellows and purples brush against my legs as I pass them. A sweetly singing  bird family is perched up in an tall, scared oak tree that touches the sky. Their blue spotted wings are brushed back neatly. They fall silent as I gaze up at them. I continue skipping as tres decorated with soft green leaves rustle gently in the warm breeze. I feel like I'm dreaming. I look up and smell rain. The sky has turned a shade of blueish grey. Clouds are rolling in like dark grey curtains blocking out the sun. Thunder bellows and I feel the earth shake beneath my feet. A flash of lightning shoots across the sky like a comet. I have a sense of being watched. Bushes rustle violently. I want to wake from this nightmare. I frantically turn around looking for a way out. I can't find one. I try to wake myself up. I pinch myself hard....

I'm sitting in my classroom. The whole class is laughing at me. I suddenly notice a big pink detention slip in my hand.