Sunday, January 19, 2025

20250119 Shortbread and I were back in school together, as characters we created, with a high school atmosphere. We went to our class, which looked like a small amphitheatre, and our teacher told us the parameters of our assignment. The class was a language arts one. We chose our groups: Shortbread, two other female, two other male students and me. We split up the work between us.


My partner was one of the boys. He was smaller than the rest of us and had big brown eyes and matching hair. We met at my apartment hallway (that looked like 9L's) with brown and orange carpet and yellow wallpaper from the 70's. Before we got into my home, he disappeared. In my teal, peep-toe stilettos, I ran around looking for him. He disappeared for days, and I spent any time that wasn't class looking for him. I had a minor crush on him, and obsessed with solving what happened to him.

Meanwhile, Shortbread's partner was the other boy. He was tall, handsome, curly-haired brunette. He also disappeared. At the same time I searched for the short boy, she looked for the tall boy.

Our paths crossed often, but we were preoccupied with our cases - our mysteries. When we talked, it was to check on each other and if we had any leads.

[I woke up, then returned to sleep.]

I went to class and set my books on a desk in the middle of the room. I noticed the short boy was back, sitting at the back row of desks. As I got up to talk to him, a group of mean girls declared I was sitting at their spot. I gathered my things as they teased me for being unremarkably dressed and set it on the desk behind them. 

I went to the hallway, and a heavy gust blew through the hall. It was quick and hurricane-like as it lifted me off my feet and blew me horizontal. I held onto the door to keep from blowing away. When it stopped, the classes had ended and the hall filled with students.

Shortbread was one of the last to leave the class, holding her books on a short-rimmed baking sheet. She waited for me as I ran back in to grab my things, including my books that now sat on a similar baking sheet I've brought from home.

As we walked, I asked why she was upset. She said she had a crush on her partner, and embarrassed herself when she found him by telling him. When he rejected her, the whole class walked in and teased her, laughing. I told her, ”I blacked out" and can't remember at all how I solved my mystery. I wondered why we had baking trays and if we had a science project in a language arts class.

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