I had no time to think as I had to hurry to school. Another boring day. I did not pay attention on what my teachers said. Instead, I started to think about my life.
I tried to analysed the events this few days. I dreamt of being a sick, old man, lying in bed. I dreamt of meeting my old friends and being a teenager in my dream!
“What if life is a dream, and death wakes you up?”My friend once said. I did not like him. He said so many things which was difficult to understand, useless in daily life and didn’t seem true. But now, may be he was right.
What was true and what was fake? What if I am not a student, and I am still living in a dream? If yes, may be when I died I actually went into another dream. So what is reality? May be reality itself did not exist, and reality was not reality.
Ding dong ding dong, ding dong ding dong.
The school bell rang. My heart had already ran off away from the classroom, flying to nowhere. When I crossed the road, a car suddenly crushed on me. I was pulled to the bottom of the car. It pressed on me hardly that I couldn’t move. I could see my blood on my clothes. The car was still moving, and I lost conscious soon.
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