Thursday, May 20, 2010

I had a dream that I had a packet full of razors at school. They tumbled out of their little white plastic container and onto the floor with a light clinking noise. A few fell on my arms and my feet, creating bloody slits all over me. They stung.
"Whose are these?" A shrill voice cried. An unfamiliar-yet-authoritative-looking woman high-heeled over the the scene, a scowl on her face. I shoved the packet in my backpack. She picked a bloody razor off the floor and gave it a closer look with her squinty eyes. "Whoever brought these in could be charged for murder."


1 comment:

  1. That is C-R-E-E-P-Y!!!!
    And you got an award!