April 3, 2014
(This was a story I wrote for school.)
At last, sleep. I had thought as I lay down and closed my eyes. All of a sudden I opened my eyes. I was falling down through open air. Down, down, down, I fell through the sky. WUMP!!! I had hit something that I could not see, but I could feel. I was in a bag.
As I got up to look around, I realized I was in a giant pet store. Then to my surprise I saw a huge hand reach down and pick up my bag. It was weird, being picked up like that. I fell over as I was put down roughly on the counter. I heard voices but I could not make out what they were saying, and before I knew it I was moving again but this time into a dark pocket of a jacket.
I knew I had to get out of here fast, but how? I started to climb up the bag but I kept sliding down. After my twentieth try I finally gave up and decide to await my fate. It was not too long before I found out what was going on as the hand came and pulled out the bag. There was now a familiar looking boy gazing at me. Then it struck me that I was that boy. I awoke with a start.