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 Chapter Three - I dislike olives... Alright. It was just a stupid dream. Just forget about it Keith.  I make my way to an empty bench avoiding others' gaze. My stomach rumbled. I really should eat now should I? The hunger overcomes my lack of appetite, making me stand up to get some pizza. Trying not to think about the dream, I debate with myself on which topping I should get. Bacon? Nah, that's all grease and saturated fat. How about Supreme? It's healthy, and has plenty of variety. But, I don't like olives. Eventually I decide on sausage, which is not to plain like cheese but not too fat-filled as bacon.  Good choice.  I guess some can c

 Chapter Two - And they say Algebra is fun... There was light everywhere. The bright ultra-violet rays were blinding me. Mist surrounded my whole body. Little water droppings trickled down my arm. It felt like I'm somehow floating in midair. But, I couldn't move, I'm somehow paralyzed.   'Where am I?'  I wondered. I couldn't breath but for some reason that didn't seem to matter. Oxygen wasn't a necessity right now. I felt kind of powerful, like a demigod of some sort. But I was completely immobilized. "Keith," said a deep, thunderous voice that roared through the surroundings. Everything around me shook with great intensity. It

 Chapter One - I hate Mondays... The sound of the blaring alarm clock rings through my eardrums. Ugh, I hate Mondays. I slam the snooze button with all my might. 'Just 10 more minutes...'  I thought to myself. I slowly closed my eyes and tried to cherish the few minutes of rest I had left. Unfortunately for me, my mom came pounding up the wooden stairs.     "Keith! Get your butt to breakfast! You're almost late!" my mom said with a strict tone. "Yeah, yeah. I know." I said with a mumble. I slowly got up and out of my Speed Racer blanket. As I climbed out of the bed, I simply shoved my blanket to the side of the bed.