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One of my friends brother is one year younger than me and he is asian. I got kidnapped and got sold as a prostitute than when i got sold he was there for some reason and was some type of butler getting food for the peraon who bought me then i went to my room to change my outfit and he had to help me pick out my clothes than he told me you do not deserve this you know than i asked oh thank you how long have you been here and he answered too long. Than after he was finished helping i got changed and did my buisness then after i was covered with bruises and cus all over my body he walked into my room and cleaned me up then after a while i burst into crying the he said it will be okay we will find a way out of this hell whole then he kissed me and said get some of my clothes and lets escape together than i did as he said we made it to the door than my buyer had a gun and shot the ceiling and said put your outfit on and lets go and i said no then he saidokay the i will take him then he walked over to him and i grabbed a burning candle and put it on his neck he screamed out loud then he pinned me to the ground saying you are going to get the worst punishment of you life then the boy grabbed a pocket knife and strucked my buyer in the heat,rt and grabbed my hand and we ran for ages.

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My family and I went to the mall and my dad got mad at me. Later, my mom got mad at me, so I left them and I was alone in the men’s clothing section of Dillard’s. All of a sudden, I had a job there and the employees started talking to me. One of them was a nice guy that was dressed like Esteban Ramirez from “The Suite Life of Zack and Cody”. There was another lady who worked there; she was really uptight and blonde. She looked like Nasim Pedrad from Saturday Night Live mixed with Angela Martin from “The Office”. Out of nowhere, a hoard of people started coming into the mall and we became really busy. We needed to use shopping carts for some reason. As we started to pull out shopping carts, there was an old, dirty, metal bucket with water in it. Also, there was a dead baby boy in it. The Esteban-looking guy brought it out to the blonde lady. It was her baby. She became really mad and said that she had no choice but to kill her baby. She picked it up and cradled it. It turned into a regular, clean looking baby but it was still dead. Then, another dead baby’s head appeared in the bucket. This one was an Asian boy with his right eye missing. Soon, another dead baby head appeared in the bucket. This one was a blonde baby girl. She took both of the heads out of the water and then they transformed into normal looking baby heads, except still dead, and still only heads.

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Lots of friends from high school and primary school and some other people I don't know and I were all sitting in a big group on a green sporting oval. We were divided into groups and we had to race to our tents. We threw all our stuff to the back of the tent. Then we tried to hold off the other group attacking our stronghold. It was a lot of fun. At the end we all went back to the middle and sat in the group again. My friend Myles stood up and lectured us on how to run better. Then suddenly my friend Eva and I were lying in twin beds and there was a huge tree over the top of us, losing its leaves. A guy walked in and I fell in love with him, but I tried not to let him see. When he left again Eva said that the colour of the leaves falling symbolised how you felt for someone. When he came back the colour of the leaves falling on me changed to orange. When he left I felt sad. Eventually everyone ended up going to the same school and he was there. One of my friends, him and I were walking together. She left us alone together and there was an awkward silence. We started walking and we accidentally brushed arms. We looked at eachother. I blushed and said, " I really like you. I can't keep it a secret anymore." He looked at me, surprised, and said, "I've been wanting to tell you I liked you but I was too scared you'd reject me!" We stared at eachother and took eachother's hands. Later in the day he was making fried squid and my other friend walked in. She said it smelled good. We all say down to eat and he kissed me. She was surprised but said we were cute together. All the people in the end were Asian except me.

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I am sitting in my second period classroom in a different seat than I usually do. A different teacher is also talking to the class, sitting on a familiar wooden stool. She isn’t teaching, she is just making conversation. Everyone is packed up and I get the sense that we are waiting for a call to let us go. I check the clock and it is about eleven am. The class keeps talking and I become impatient. When my teacher finally dismisses us, I turn around and notice it is 3:00 pm! I’m confused on why we have stayed in one class for four hours. The dream suddenly changes to a warm, candlelit dining room. The walls are light colored and the chairs dark wood. There’s even a tablecloth with set crystal glasses. I’m sitting next to my brother and sister, who for some reason are now Caucasian. My father is Dennis Quaid and he is warning us to be nice. Somehow I already know that the mother in my dream has died months ago and my father is just now finding a new woman, and she is coming over for dinner. My white brother and sister are sullen, but I am welcoming. She rings the doorbell and my father dashes up to open the door. My father’s prospective girlfriend , tall and blond, walks in and is seated my father. My brother and sister say hello reproachfully and I smile warmly and introduce myself. We are making awkward conversation when a letter is delivered for my father. He opens it and it is written by someone who has his exact same handwriting. It’s signed in by his name, with blood dried onto the signature. My father says that it threatens us to leave the house and nothing bad will happen. It’s strange because the letter is written to my father, from my father, and dated in the future. I wake up.

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