In the nightmare, I was talking to a black-haired boy. His name was Dylan.
he coughed once or twice and said, "I'm feeling a bit sick."
Ick, so gross, I thought.
The next morning, my dad told me to make 3 huge slits in the ceiling. I went to my parents ' room and tried to make a slit in the ceiling, but I couldn't reach far enough. I tried using a hair brush, and it worked!...But the house started to fall sideways and I was uncontrollably pushing myself backwards in a straight line back to my room, all my stuff buried me.
The house fell with a CRASH, and I unburied myself, coughing. I ran to my mother as fast as I could.
"What is it?" she asked . "Also, be very careful around my pumpkin." I looked out the window.
That evening, my dad came home with 2 jars of nutella: a small one and a gigantic one. We scrolled through a small list of people we invited to a sleepover 2 days ago: Madison Tomblin, Brandon Tomblin, Rebecca Brown, Cody Brown, Frances Tomblin. Dylan Adkins was missing on the list. I had him with me. He coughed a few times.
