"Ah, the best dream I've had in ages. " I asked to myself, stretching. No lights were on. How did I get here? Am I in detention? It was really bright outside. This place looks like school...maybe an old detention room? Is this a prank? Maybe that's what I get for sleeping in History class. We were learning about the Cold War and Mr. Rosseweisse just started talking about communism in Vietnam when I drifted off into the wonderful world of Dreamland.
"Hello? Anybody here?" I yelled out of the mysteriously opened window. There was no response. I walked to the other side of the classroom and was greeted by a lot of cobwebs and no door. This is so unreal, it has to be a dream. I climbed out of the window and wiped the hair out of my face.
Why isn't anyone here? My watch says 12:00 and so does that sundial. Wait, why is there a sundial on the sidewalk? I decided to inspect it. Of course it had the average Roman numerals, but it also had some Egyptian carvings on it. "Tem," "Oph," and "Ab," it read. Knowing that this was an anagram, I immediately started putting it together in my head. "Baphomet. That's what it says." I said. Why would it say Baphomet? I suppose that there are Satanists in my town, but this can't be my town. I mean seriously, a tumbleweed?
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Lost
FantasyAfter falling asleep during history class, a teen wakes up to find her school and town apparently abandoned, for what looks like years.
