The Dream

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Summary

Chaithra and her friends—Supriya, Nethra, Ananya, and Hiabel—decide to sneak into a haunted house on Red Devil’s Street at midnight. What they thought would be a fun adventure quickly turns scary when they get separated and forced to face their biggest fears. As creepy ghosts appear and strange messages show up, they realize the house is playing a dangerous game. To escape, they need to figure out the secret of the house, face their fears, and work together before it's too late. 😈

Status
Complete
Chapters
5
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
13+

Classroom Chaos

☁️ The Dream ☁️

“Supriya, I have the weirdest dreams! Like in this one dream I ate planets bro! I ate Neptune, Pluto(it was small), Jupiter, and even planet X. Anyways, wanna play Sharks & Minnows with Nethra, Ananya, Judi, and Hiabel?” I ask her.

“Sure but could you tell me more about the dre…”, Supriya gets dragged away by Judi before she gets to finish her sentence. Just then the teacher blew the screeching, gray whistle (I swear, I hate that thing, which meant recess was over.) I lined up and was talking to Nethra about the challenge Mr.Kane, our math teacher, gave us to fold a sheet of paper 8 times, which is literally impossible.

“Guys, make a line!” Mrs. Baker, our homeroom teacher shouted when she realized that a loose string of hair was hanging in front of her face. She tried to tuck it in, but unfortunately failed.

Once we got into the classroom, Sahil started yapping like always, but Mrs.Baker shut him off.

“But…” he started.

“No buts Sahil Thakar, we all know that you like to yap but it’s not that hard to just shut your mouth. And Miab- I meant Hiabel Hbtzghi, why are you working on your valentines craft right now?” she asked sternly.

“Um, I- I wasn’t doing anything,” Hiabel says as she sneakily puts the craft away as if nothing ever happened.

“Lies,” Mrs.Baker says, rolling her eyes as she takes off her black coat and probably wondering why her UGGs look like clown shoes. “Oh yeah, this pile of writing organizers are looking pretty thick.”

. . .