Category : Stories

Sub Category : Comedy

Here is an odd dream I had the other night.-AN

I was at my locker, getting my stuff for seventh hour. A girl came up to me, and pushed me back. I was confused, I went to ask her why she did that, when she punched me in the face. I knew she wanted a fight, so I was going to give her one. We took turns throwing punches, then I blacked out. When i woke up, I was in an ambulance. I looked down at my arms. There were lots of needles in me.
"What the h*ll?..." I said. I noticed my jacket and shirt I had been wearing were gone.
"What the actual f***" I said, that's when I noticed my parents in the ambulance with me. I tried to sit up, but the medics just pushed me back down. I finally was able to sit up. This made me mad. I went to pull the needle out. I had pulled it out wrong, and my skin was torn. I was so confused. Not only was there little blood, but it healed instantly.  There was a sharp pain in my neck. I put my had to my neck, and pulled out a needle. I blacked out again. When I woke, I was still in the ambulance
"I thought you gave her enough for an hour!" One of the medics said.
"I did!" The other yelled. I was mad now.
"Why am I here?" I asked the medics. They were silent. I said it again, only louder. 
"Why am I here?" They didn't say anything, they just stood there. I sat up, and looked around for my shirt. At least my jacket.
"You," I said, pointing to the nearest medic. "Where are my clothes." He gave me a frightened look and pointed to a pile of scrapped cloth.
"What happened to my shirt?!" I yelled.
"Where is my jacket" I asked all the medics. They brought it to me. Only then did I notice my hands were wrapped.
"Why are my hands wrapped?.. You know what, forget it." I said. I stood up, no one stopped me. I pushed the doors open, we were moving. About 5 minutes from my school. They were coming after me. I jumped out of the ambulance. I started running. I was running faster than normal. I got to the school in 4 minutes, and I wasn't tired. I went back into the school. I just walked in, and everyone backed away from me, like I was a monster. I was ok with that, because I was late for class. I went to my locker, and saw some blood spatter on the floor. This for some reason didn't concern me. I grabbed my books, and went to math. My math teacher stopped teaching when I walked in. 
"Sorry I'm late." I said. "Keep teaching, I'll catch up." I told her. She kept teaching, but she wouldn't turn her back to me. Everyone in the classroom was staring at me. 
"Quit staring." I said, but they didn't listen.
"I said, QUIT STARING!" I yelled. I sounded angrier than I meant. I even surprised myself. They were staring at my hands.... I looked down... There were claws. Wolverine claws... I was so scared and confused. What scared me the most was that there was blood on them. Not the whole claw, just the ends. Everyone stopped staring at me. I sat through half of the class before I heard an ambulance, and a police car. Suddenly police burst into the class room. My claws were out. I turned and jumped out the window, and started to run....
(I woke up after this part. I can continue to imagine the story if anyone is interested in this. If so, please comment if I shall continue)