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On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path and I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary. The next day I am walking along the same path and approaching the Mosque. I notice that the Mosque looks more like a cathedral and there are no distinguishable features that tell me it is a mosque, however there is no doubt in my mind that it is a Mosque. I become weary that I am nearly at the spot where the Imam cornered me the day earlier, so I look ahead and walk to the edge of the path in hopes to avoid him. Out of nowhere, he intercepts me and impales between my bones with his claw once again. "English or Arabic?" He hisses, as he begins pulling me towards the mosque. "Neither!" I say, as I painfully rip my flesh to get free. Again I briskly walk and am pursued by a shapeshifter. The third and final day I am walking along the narrow path. I have come to expect confrontation as a permanent obstacle. I consider crossing the road to avoid the ordeal, which would be out of my way and slow me down. Then I think to myself "why should I". Why should I make an alteration to my life and routine for such evil? Instead I march fearlessly towards the usual spot. Sure enough, he jumps out hoping to scare me, but I was expecting him. But before he can insert his claw, like a true martyr I offer my shoulder to him with arrogance and willingness to suffer the pain. This robbes him of much satisfaction as latches on. "Which will it be, English or Arabic?" He asks with malice. I look straight into his black eyes and calmly say "of that book I will hear neither, nor any other tongue".

On the first day, I'm walking along narrow path. I come to pass a Mosque where an Imam startles me. He intercepts me, placing his hand on my left shoulder. He impales my shoulder joint with his Tallon and gestures to the Qur'an he is holding. He asks me with hostility: "would you like to hear it in English or Arabic?" To which I answer: "neither" as I free myself from his grip and continue walking briskly. I sense that my audacity has angered him. I look back to gauge my safety and I see the Imam colluding with another person, talking secretly and pointing me out. This other person seems to take instruction and proceeds to follow me. I periodically look back to stay ahead and the person has morphed into the dress of a Catholic priest while having gained some ground on me. I look again and now he is a Presbyterian minister and stalking me like prey. Next glance he is Rabbi and chasing me. Every time I look back the person adorned a different religious attire, many of which were familiar from various Christian denominations I would ordinarily feel comfortable and friendly towards. I manage to stay ahead of the pursuing adversary.

The beginning started in a flash. The time period flashed back to the early ’50s and I was with my friends at a sock hop. Although it wasn’t actually the ‘50s, we were at a school dance and that was the theme. I was dressed in a poodle skirt, sam was in dark wash jeans, a white tee-shirt, and Chuck Taylors. Haley, Mary, and Tom were dressed similarly but in dull colors, while Sam and I were in brighter colors. While we were all dancing and having a good time, when my favorite song came on I ran to Sam and told him he had to dance with me and of course, he said yes. As we were dancing it felt as if time stood still. After that song, the colors in the room got brighter, and the music became more clear. The night continued on in a swirl of enchanted highschool romance as we danced the night away having the time of our lives until we were brutally interrupted. A past boyfriend showed up. He was wearing all black and carrying a gun. After threatening to shoot up the school, Sam tackled him, got the gun away from him and had him pinned to the floor in time for the police to come in and take him away. Mary asked if I was alright, after both of us witnessing the whole thing, as Tom went to Sam to make sure he wasn’t hurt. To complete the night, we went home to my house and told my mom the contents of the night as we drank black coffee, and ate crepes.

I had a dream that my grandmother and I went to a past world where my father and uncle were still children and met them. At the end, we had to go back to our own time and were saying our goodbyes. When my father said goodbye to my grandmother, he said "It's funny, you came here to have what you once had but you're forgetting what you have now" and looked at me. And when he said goodbye to me, as we were both crying, he hugged me and said "i can't wait to hold you in my arms for the first time all over again" and I woke up crying. My father and grandmother are both alive.

I was at school in the hallway when Tim came up to me and hugs me from behind i stop and turn juts a little to see kelvin stairing at me with this look in his eyes like he was saying are you ok i turned back to my locker and started to cry kelvin ran over and ripped tim off of me and took me away are you ok he sai no i replied im so stressed and now this happened i cant he calmed me down and took me back tim was there are you ok she is fine said kelvin we should just give her a break for a bit and kelvin huged me tim walked away crying kelvina nd i started to run twards him he ran down stairs my legs were to short to keep up so kelvin caired me down the stairs as we reached him he stopped guys im sorry he said no no your fine i wasnt crying because of you we stopped and he calmed down kelvin and tim both then gave me roses witha cute little note saying good things about me and asking me out i ran upstairs to maya look i said omg she replied i stuffed them in my locker just then my brother david dobrik showed up david i yelled and huged him he saw the flowers in my locker and went to tim and kevlin i stood there with davids friend jeff we looked at eachother what is he doing i said oh boy jeff said and hugged me we stood there

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