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A Rude Awakening
While sipping pink lemonade on the poolside of the Arrowhead High School pool, I see Zac Effron lying beside me in a tanning chair as the sun is flaunting its rays through the school roof somehow. As I stand up I realize that I am supposed to be in class, as I am purusing around the school I hear everyone speaking spanish and the only thing that I could say is “hola chica”. As I enter my creative writing class I pear outside the window and see something astronomical. Godzilla is plowing through the campus destroying everything in sight, but it didn't seem to scare anyone except for me in the class. I tried to keep my cool until I suddenly turned my head around again and saw that Godzilla has vanished but now Post Malone and Zac Effron are having a concert together singing the lyric, “I crashed my car into a bridge!” on repeat. I leave my class because Mrs. Jorgenson is talking in a language that I no longer understand and my response of “hola chica” to everything wasn’t going over well. As I walk outside through door 1 I take in the summer chil of a perfect sunny and 75 day when suddenly an influencer had their camera so close to my face asking me where a good place to get french toast with strawberries was. I tell them that the lumber inn in Delafield has some one in a million breakfast. They respond with “ight” and head straight there. I gaze over to the stage and Zac and and Post are still signing the one song lyric until suddenly a sage purple honda flies full speed into the bridge on 83 and everything came to a stop. Time was frozen. I try running in my sandals towards the car but I trip over them. Suddenly I lay completely awake drenched in pink lemonade watching my spanish teacher try to teach us how to say “love you sweetie” in spanish.
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This short story is very random and was created from a bunch of random words, places, or things that were answers to questions that my teacher asked us. It's very different and out there but it was a fun piece to write.