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Good news! I finally wrote an update! I'm not posting it now though because its really late and im sure it doesn't sound good so I'll have to double check its spelling, grammar, flow, and all that other stuff in the morning.... And then I'll post. Sorry it's taken me so long to update! I started school this week and it's crazy! You know how teachers tend to assign a shit load of work when the quarter is about to end?... Well my teachers decided to assign that much in the first week?! I dont wanna know how the end of the quarters and semesters will go this year. Anyways, I'll update as soon as I wake up and umm ya, basically. Sorry to keep you all waiting for so long.
Okay, it's finally ready!enjoy. Sorry again for taking so long? ___________________________ His room was really similar to mine. The only difference was in the coloring. My room is mostly the colors and shades of water: blue, green, and purple. His room was like fire: red, orange, and yellow. I guess everyones rooms must be the same. After I was done taking in the appearance of his room, I asked "So, do you have any suspicions? What have you noticed? Maybe if we pool together our discoveries and suspicions we can figure out what is going on!" "That's a great idea!" He exclaimed, "let me grab a spare notebook to write everything down so we could compare our findings later." He went to his bookshelf, grabbed an unused notebook, and sat down at his desk. "Well, I guess the first weird thing is, why do they separate us into all The Elements, and then separate all The Elements from each other?" I agreed, "That is strange. Oh, and another thing, do The Fire Elements also have to drink something each night before bed?Because we do, and it might be just me, but I think it's shady." "We do! I thought it was only us who had to. Do you think there is something strange about it?" "There maybe, I don't know." He wrote down that we found the drink suspicious, and then asked "Do you ever see patterns or things that are in your dreams often?" ...We went on like that for half an hour, recording things and talking about the differences and similarities of our elements and schedules. After a while we decided that I had to go incase someone was looking for me, but before I left we agreed to meet again. Ever since me and Matt have been secretly meeting every few days to talk and share our discoveries about our dreams. We meet during the social hours between dinner and the time to go to sleep. There is this hallway no one ever goes to or notices, and there we can talk without anyone finding us. If someone were to find out, we would both be in heaps of trouble. I'm meeting with Matt today, I'll tell him about my idea with the drink when we meet. He always has lots of good ideas, he'll help me think of how not to drink it. I arrive at the room marked liquid lounge, open the door and walk in, heading towards my friends sitting in the left corner of the room. Somehow I'm always the last to show up.
Morning on the weekends is 11am-12pm.......so now. ___________________________ I sit down on my favorite bean bag in our corner, It's clear with a warm, blue liquid floating around inside. All of the furniture in the liquid lounge is clear with a liquid inside, but this one is my favorite because I love how the bean bag envelopes me when I fall down onto it. Me and my friends talk for the next 15 minutes until the dream counselors walk in. We usually spend an hour-and-a-half talking to the counselors about our dreams and the remaining half-an-hour we get to talk with friends about them. The sessions usually start out with small talk, "How was your dream?" "Were you male or female in your dream?".... Just basics, but after we are done talking about the basics, we move on to deaths. That is the hardest, but most important, part of the session. We go over how each of us died and comfort the person. Dying, especially when the death is violent, is always the hardest to move on from. Even if it is just in a dream. Out of my friends, me and Sammi had the most disturbing deaths last night. I was cut to death and then raped, but Sammi was killed by her own sibling. Sammi was killed at the age of 13. She was an annoying little girl named Sherry, and she would always annoy her 21 year old sister. Unfortunately, one night after her sister came home after being out at the bar, Sherry was exceptionally annoying. She was nagging her older sister and playing tricks on her while she was drunk, sadly Sherry picked a very bad time to do that. Her older sister, Mary, was an angry drunk and when Sherry kept agitating her, she grabbed the nearest thing to her (which happened to be a glass vase full of roses), and hit Sherry over the head with it. After being hit, Sherry had lots of glass shards stuck in her head and face, and the thorns of the roses had scratched up most of her skin. She was a complete mess. Unfortunately, their parents were not home, and Mary was too drunk to realize what she had done, Sherry died from brain damage and loss of blood. Due to our bad deaths, the counselor spent the most time focusing on us. After the session was done, we both felt better... Although, the death still bothers me. We spent the next half-an-hour talking about the fun things that happened in our dreams, parties, friends, children, boyfriends, girlfriends, husbands, wives... And then we went to the cafeteria for lunch. The computer told us which section to get our food from and after we all took something to eat, we sat down and ate lunch. ______________________________ The next update will mostly be descriptions and stuff, so not really anything to further the story.