Poor illiterate Ella. She’s at least fifteen years old and cant read for shit. Her parents use to teach her at home, but after long efforts they decided to place her into public school. All she does is sleep through classes, though. Awake, she was constantly bullied. When I asked her why she slept so much, she said “I have better control of my life there than in reality.” I heard about lucid dreamers. I attempted to gain control of my own dreams. Never accomplished the act unfortunately. “Look at something with words. If you cant understand it, then that’s your cue that it’s a dream.” Ella said and smiled.
The next morning before class, my allergies were kicking in so I took two pills from my parent’s medicine cabinet. Little did I know, the main ingredient was diphenhydramine. I couldn’t keep my head up and eyes open. The next thing I knew, I had fallen asleep on my hands. I felt a tap on my shoulder and woke up to find a paper before me. I couldn’t comprehend the words. That the whiteboard, the teacher began scrolling strange symbols. Oh, my God. I’m dreaming.
I stood up, screamed at the top of my lungs, and dashed towards the window to fly away. I excepted the glass to not be there. I ended up bashing my head into it. My classmates gaped at me through wide eyes. Some laughed including Ella.
“You may excuse yourself from class.” The teacher said. As I was leaving I heard him say, “Today we are studying hieroglyphics.”
Poor illiterate Ella. She was no longer the target for mistreatment.
