I was in my current school, however, it contained only people from my previous school.
It started off in Drama Club. Apparently I had no classes with a certain friend and we decided to join Drama Club to be in a class together. We were working on a scene in the play, where we roast a random kid by putting wooden stakes on fire below him. When we finished the next day began. I was walking down the halls and going down stairs searching for my last period class, of which I completely forgot what it was. I reached the bottom floor and went outside to see some cheerleaders from a higher grade making a cheer about "Dismay." The bell rang and everyone went back inside. One of my friends caught up with me and asked if I saw the cheer. I only saw part of it. I returned to search for my class with a cake in my hands. But I couldn't find the class room. I left the cake on the 3rd floor stairway and found my art teacher on the 2nd floor. She was late, but going up to class. She was using the stairway where I left the cake and was coincidently the closest stairway to the classroom. I hurried up the stairs, but I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend to be on time, because she would be there before me. Never the less I met my teacher at the top, but neither of us could find the classroom. She said that she lost her way as soon as she saw the cake. We sat at a desk in the hallway and she gave me tips on my recent art project. Half way through, however, my woodworks teacher opened the door and said that he needed me for drama. I did my play for the small audience and I found myself camping outside with a group of people. They asked me how we were able to roast the boy. The boy who had been roasted sat next to us and stayed quiet, giving us a mean stare and returned to his work. I then awoke.
It started off in Drama Club. Apparently I had no classes with a certain friend and we decided to join Drama Club to be in a class together. We were working on a scene in the play, where we roast a random kid by putting wooden stakes on fire below him. When we finished the next day began. I was walking down the halls and going down stairs searching for my last period class, of which I completely forgot what it was. I reached the bottom floor and went outside to see some cheerleaders from a higher grade making a cheer about "Dismay." The bell rang and everyone went back inside. One of my friends caught up with me and asked if I saw the cheer. I only saw part of it. I returned to search for my class with a cake in my hands. But I couldn't find the class room. I left the cake on the 3rd floor stairway and found my art teacher on the 2nd floor. She was late, but going up to class. She was using the stairway where I left the cake and was coincidently the closest stairway to the classroom. I hurried up the stairs, but I knew I wouldn't be able to pretend to be on time, because she would be there before me. Never the less I met my teacher at the top, but neither of us could find the classroom. She said that she lost her way as soon as she saw the cake. We sat at a desk in the hallway and she gave me tips on my recent art project. Half way through, however, my woodworks teacher opened the door and said that he needed me for drama. I did my play for the small audience and I found myself camping outside with a group of people. They asked me how we were able to roast the boy. The boy who had been roasted sat next to us and stayed quiet, giving us a mean stare and returned to his work. I then awoke.
