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It feels like all my tests landed at the SAME TIME.

Last Wednesday I had a Spanish test, which I got back today (49.5 out of 50! 49.5!!!!!), Thursday was our English test, Friday was a pro-d, and first day back on Monday we had a Socials test.

Crazy? Yes. Welcome to my life. But I studied hard for all of them and hopefully I did well on them.

This postcard story is seriously freaking me out, but since I've picked my second story to hand in, I've printed it out, made the drawing and everything, if it's done it's done and no regrets.

Just wait till I get a bad mark then I'll start screaming at myself wondering why I didn't submit the other one. :P No, just kidding. I won't do that. But I will mentally kick myself for not doing better. *sigh* I was never really good at these stories. Ms. Greskiw entered us in a short story contest last year and I didn't make it :( mostly because I switched stories 2 times from the original, but yeah... :P

Hopefully, this year's better. It's a story with a surprise ending.

Here it is, if you want to read it:

It's called: the dream. Yes, no caps. For drama. *cue suspense music here*



She snapped awake from her dream, feeling as though she were falling.

It was still dark out. Ivy glanced at the clock: 7:00am. Her alarm clock would ring soon. She sighed. Might as well get up, she thought. Stretching, she slowly stood up and stumbled to the bathroom.
As she brushed her teeth, Ivy pondered her dream.
It wasn't the first time she'd had this dream. In fact, it had been haunting her for a few weeks now. She wasn't sure why, though. For the past few nights, she'd been dreaming of a man, a mysterious, darkly clothed man, following her as she tread her familiar path home from school. She would walk faster and faster until sweat beaded on her brow, even running, but he would always catch her, and push her straight into what seemed to be empty space. She really ought to tell someone. Repeated dreams were never good.Ivy walked back to her room, scrubbing at her eyebags. Was she perhaps too stressed? Was she hallucinating? And why, she thought, why was she falling?
She doubted the dreams represented her school. Ivy was a model student, never smart-mouthed, always studious. She was an extrovert, too, and friendly with everyone. Did the dark man represent an enemy? It seemed unlikely. Also, she played sports—it should have been easy for her to outrun him. But she couldn’t. Of course, in a dream, nothing can be trusted.
Ivy sighed. She was only torturing herself with these thoughts. It wasn’t like her to keep this to herself, though. Recently, Ivy had noticed an increasing concern with her mother. She seemed to make an extra effort these days to talk with her.
After a fast paced day at school, she meandered home on her usual route. Ivy reflected: It had been a normal day. Nothing scary or out of the ordinary. But despite the warm spring day, she shivered. Deja vu overtook her. This was the same path in her dreams, the same walkway. The same sights. The same feelings. Even the same sounds. ...Wait. Sounds?She glanced behind her, feeling like she was being followed. And her heart nearly stopped.
Behind Ivy was a darkly clothed man.
She sped up.
He didn’t seem to be doing much. Maybe he wasn’t even really following her. But she decided to be cautious, just in case. She slowly swung her backpack around without stopping, to reach for her phone, before she realized that it was still on her desk at home, charging.
No help. Heavy breathing. Heart racing.
As she turned the corner, she sneaked another look back. He was still there, getting no closer, and no further.
Ivy’s heart pounded. She broke into a run.
The growing footsteps behind her panicked her more. She flung her backpack behind her, hoping to trip up her pursuer. Then she sprinted.
She felt hands on her back, and she plunged into empty space.
She snapped awake from her dream, feeling as though she were falling.