Dream of

My dream started with me being at Chesapeake High School. There was a fundraiser in which people would make the best homemade orange juice. People had stands set up all in the cafeteria and were ready to be judged for the grand prize. I wanted mine to be the freshest so I was going to wait to squeeze the orange until the judges came over. When they came to my stand, I reached under my table for oranges, but I realized I didn’t have any. I forgot to bring them and I lost the contest because I didn’t have any orange juice for the judges to taste.