Dream

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I am living in a large dormatory complex for high school students. I am one of the oldest, but also one of the newest.

I am moved from my room in the West wing to a special upstairs room, above the North wing. No one goes there. It is a mysterious place.

I am nervous. I move my stuff as strange young freshmen play and watch. I am in a hurry to get ready for the dinner. Dad is there and he is skulking. I am brushing my teeth with something green. Dad gets in my way and I yell at him for making me late. I shouldn't have yelled. He was just being loving. I look at my watch. I am already late and who cares?

A woman who knows the upstairs comes to guide me. She walks me down and tells me about the stuff they tell newbies. I can believe it or not. Giant ants live over the Eastern hill. Wink wink.

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