I am in a school I don't know. I am in grade one (not as a student but as a spectator) The teacher introduces me as a grade 9 student. Most of the students are too awed to speak, but one girl (in an excited-nervous way) talks to me, about loads of things and asks me a lot of questions. She reminds me of myself when I was younger. We become very good friends. Then I leave the classroom to find my friends (whom I don't know in real life)
With my friends, I plan to practice drama but we are sort of sneaking awayt ot practise it. We go through many floors and doors to finally reach our hideaway spot when that girl (from earlier) comes there with her friends trying top practise something else. I get annoyed and hide form her (because I know she will ask me to join and because she is ruining my practice). Somehow my friend starts a quarell with her. I try to ignore the quarell but they both come to me for solving it. She looks delighted to see me. I tell her that she is wrong (I try to tell it in a nice way) She get really upset and her mother comes and takes her away. I hear my own voice inside my head (I don't say anything out loud) - Don't be mad at me please. I thought of you as I would of my daughter.
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