• I wake up.
    I’ve dozed off.

    I look at the clock.
    It’s only 7:00?

    I wipe my face.
    There’s no drool.

    I look at my sleeve.
    I’m in regular clothes.

    I look around.
    I’m in the library.

    I remember why.
    I was waiting for my friends.

    I get up to stretch.
    A voice catches my ear.

    I go towards the source.
    I walk into the religion section.

    I don’t see anyone.
    I hear the voice again.

    I look towards the voice.
    I see my girlfriend.

    She’s in regular clothes.
    She smiles at me.

    I walk towards her.
    She laughs and runs off.

    I give chase.
    She keeps running and laughing.

    She goes through the doors.
    I go through and stop.

    Everyone’s in regular clothes.
    No teacher finds this disturbing.

    I feel something on my back.
    My backpack somehow got there.

    I walk around.
    I’m in awe.

    The hallways are bigger.
    There’s more room to move around.

    I walk to the stairs.
    I stop to think.

    I look at my schedule.
    X Mod: Creative Writing.

    A Mod: Ninjutsu.
    B Mod: Kendo.

    C Mod through E Mod:
    Free to choose.

    I put my schedule away.
    Something falls from my bag.

    I pick it up.
    It’s a wooden katana.

    I stare at it.
    It feels balanced.

    I suddenly feel strange.
    I sense something coming.

    I look forward.
    The crowd separates.

    They move for one guy.
    He’s a senior.

    He’s black and really tall.
    He’s wearing baggy jeans and a t-shirt.

    He’s holding something.
    I say “An air soft gun?”

    He suddenly shoots me.
    The pellet hits my head.

    I feel the sting.
    There’s a swelling.

    I drop my bag.
    “It’s on.”

    The crowd cheers us on.
    They want to see this fight.

    I ready my sword.
    He takes out another gun.

    It’s an air soft revolver.
    I say, “They make those?”

    He begins the shooting.
    This time, I’m ready.

    My ADHD kicks in.
    I notice everything.

    I notice his brown eyes.
    I notice the scratches on the lockers.

    I see my girlfriend in the crowd.
    I see the nearby stairs.

    Time slows down a little.
    I can see the pellets coming.

    I follow my instincts.
    My sword deflects the pellets.

    I run at him.
    He keeps shooting.

    I dodge and deflect.
    I jump in the air.

    He shoots at me.
    I spin to dodge and deflect.


    I kick one gun out of his hands.
    I slash at him with my sword.

    It doesn’t do much damage…
    Unless you count a ripped shirt.

    I land on my feet.
    Something touches my head.

    “I knew I forgot something.”
    He’s still got the revolver.

    He almost pulls the trigger.
    Something knocks it away.

    I look at the item.
    It’s a dull throwing star.

    I look for the thrower.
    It was my girlfriend.

    I thank her with a smile.
    I pick up the revolver.

    I look at my opponent.
    He’s holding both gun and…

    “A wooden katana?” I asked.
    We shrugged, and then attacked.

    I can predict his moves.
    He can predict mine.

    We slashed and shot.
    We dodged and deflected.

    I slash at him.
    He knocks my sword away.

    He kicks me in the chest.
    I fly into the lockers.

    I slide down the lockers.
    There’s a dent in them.


    I get back up.
    I hold up the gun.

    I shot at his hand.
    He drops the sword.


    There’s a swelling from the pellet.
    Now he’s mad.

    He grabs my girlfriend from the crowd.
    He pushes her towards me.

    Before she reaches me,
    I do something risky.

    I do something from a movie.
    I think it was “Wanted”?

    I put the gun behind me,
    And then I whip the gun.

    I pull the trigger as I whip it.
    I curve the bullet.

    It turns in its course.
    It goes around her head.

    It heads toward the guy.
    It hits him in the head.

    He falls over.
    I catch my girlfriend.

    I make sure she’s okay.
    Once done, I get my sword.

    He’s already up.
    He has two air soft automatics.

    He shoots at me.
    I deflect the pellets.

    I jump to the side to get a better angle.
    I shoot at his guns, and he shoots at my weapons.


    The pellets reach their targets.
    My sword and our guns hit the ground.


    I quickly grab my sword.
    He suddenly kicks me again.

    I hit the lockers.
    I drop my sword.

    I try to grab for it.
    He stops me.

    He stands between my sword and me.
    He points his gun at my head.

    I close my eyes.
    I open my hand.

    My sword disappears.
    He looks behind and says “What the?!”

    I have my sword again.
    I slash two times.

    Once at his gun,
    And again at him.

    It’s a moment of silence.
    No one makes a sound.

    He drops to his knees.
    This fight is over.

    The crowd cheers.
    I’ve won.

    My girlfriend runs to me.
    I hug her as she comes.

    Yet I still look at my opponent.
    Something is off.

    He gets blurry.
    It’s hard to see him.

    I look around.
    Everything gets blurry.

    I realize the truth.
    “Oh, shoot! Not again!”

    Everything’s back in perspective.
    I’m in the classroom.

    I’m in class.
    The teacher’s lecturing.

    I’m in my uniform.
    So is everyone.

    I look around.
    I feel tired.

    I wipe my face.
    Yup, there’s drool on it.

    Though I tried not to,
    I dozed off again.

    I look on my desk.
    My journal is open.

    In it are stories.
    There are also some pictures.

    I read it.
    I don’t believe it.

    It’s about what I day dreamed.
    It’s about the perfect school day.