David Finkelstein

Time Travel (continued)

...the rock hit the man’s gun at a slight angle, which caused the gun to fly out of the man’s hand, hit the ground, and fire. The shot hit the man square in the jaw, killing him instantly; blood splattered up in to the air, and some of it hit Ex’s shirt and stained it a brilliantly ominous dark red. Ex felt faint, and as he looked down he saw a long, sharp metal spike, his scream died in his throat as he slowly started to fall down, closer and closer to the sickenly sharp metal point. He lost consciousness as his forehead hit the spike and started to sink in with a loud “thud”…

…being dead was rather…boring…everything was pure white…he didn’t even get to see saint peter! What a bummer…

Then his body exploded in pain as he felt himself hit the hard, cold ground. He looked around, and saw a large cloud of white, behind which was a large, clawing, howling demon!

Ex moaned, looked around, and was extremely disappointed to find that the demon was in actuality his bookshelf. That the large cloud was his blanket, and that the howling was his alarm clock, which he quickly shut up with a smack of his hand. He looked up and gasped, as the realization that it was 7:45 slowly sunk in. His brain ran around in circles, he looked around wildly, trying to figure out what he could do. He ran around wildly and started to put together everything he needed for school; his books, his homework. His agenda fell open, and in his rush to pick it up he failed to see the day of the week. He rushed outside, and sprinted along the sidewalk his backpack bouncing against his back with every stride. After an agonizing 5 minutes he finally reached the school, threw open the door, and ran as fast as he could to the office. There didn’t seem to be anybody there, he walked to the door to the principal’s office; he needed to get a pass so he wouldn’t get in trouble. He quickly opened the door and upon looking inside saw the principal. Along with the principal was the vice principal, and about 20 other teachers, all of whom where now looking at him, several with at least a small amount of disapproval. He felt like digging a hole and lying inside, but knew that daydreaming wouldn’t get him out of the situation he was now in. The principal looked at him for 5 seconds before strictly informing Ex that he was to report to her office on Monday and she would discuss his suspension with him then. Ex suddenly froze as he started to absorb what was happening. The principal waiting patiently for 5 more minutes then told Ex to leave now and that he was suspended for the next two weeks for interrupting an incredibly important meeting and completely disregarding what she was telling him. He grew hysteric and his heart began to race like mad, he looked around and saw 22 very, very angry faces. He stared to run, then to sprint down the length of the room, and before anybody could stop him, he broke through the glass, and slowly fell down, down, down…

He landed with a loud thump and several smaller cracks, pain shot through his body as he felt himself starting to drift away, away…

He was very…very disappointed when he woke up…

Now he knew that it WAS possible to have a dream inside a dream, though he was skeptical of whether he was in the true reality or not for the next few months… ●