Chapter 2

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Dizziness after sleep
At first my legs give out pounding the stone side walk then my head hits the ground as if I jumped from a cliff blood poured from my skull making a puddle were my head lays darkness dizziness sleep only it's not sleep more like darkness and squiggles
When I wake up a whale for help from my mother she doesn't come rushing out the house instead The house has disappeared and my hilton uniform is transformed into a very ugly dress strait down my hair there's a ribbon and the now filthy dress has horrific  bows and a dreadful colour looks like pink but up close it's almost the colour of puke! EWWWWW!!!!!!! Almost two seconds in that dreadful dress and it disappears my hilton uniform losing it's blood cause the it's  fregen raining cats and dogs out here holy crap that's bad the tips of my fingers go out searching for the warm cover of my rain jacket and umbrella instead the meet the stones and almost immediately I see my books smoking up ink splattering on the pavement but there's something  no one is helping me many people pass me and refuse to meet my gaze but that's not my only problem my French English and almost every subject has disappeared almost as if there were still in that decade that I don't seem to remember I try my hardest to picture if I saw them before I left but to my surprise the rain has stopped I look up only to see a young man just about my age who holds up my umbrella and all of my books and starts to treat my wound in the scull his eyes meet mine and I figure out who it is it's Brian and only then to I notice that he passed out next to me but he was the lucky he only landed on his knees and had not had any wounds but he had managed  to strip the ribbon from my hair and raps it around my head " thanks" I stutter feeling almost obligated I blurt out the dumbest question ever. " what decade were we in?" Out loud and  someone could have herd me but no one except Brian " I don't know it kinda felt like 1974 " he says threw his cute French accent we walk together to school and from it until we both fall asleep on a bench and wake up when my mom wells at me to get in the house he shoots me one last gaze and our eyes meet once before I am thrown into a closet

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