Sorry about the whole David mess-up. I was originally going to use it for a book but then changed it for fan fiction. Super Sorry about that! Tell me if you find any more 'Davids' running crazy on the pages! :-) If you have no clue what I'm talking about, that's good.
"Where the heck am I?" I was stuck in what looked like a giant test tube. I had no clue how I had gotten here, but I was going to find out. I had tried several times to break the glass, but each time, I failed miserably. I finally stopped trying and took in my surroundings. It looked like a sci-fi movie set. Cables where dangling from the ceiling. I saw many other test tube things like the one I was trapped in. I looked up. High above me, about twenty feet, was the opening to the test tube. I to think of an escape plan. My thinking was fuzzy and I couldn't focus well. My dad had said that people could go insane in prison. But I had only been in there for fifteen minutes. I had to get out. I put my feet against each side of the tube and started to half jump, half climb my way to the top. Once I reached the top, I felt faint. I have never been a fan of heights. Comparing my options, I knew I had no choice but to jump. I launched myself off the rim. I plummeted toward the ground. Just as I was about to hit the floor... "Finn, wake up. It's time for school. You're going to be late!" My mother yelled at me. "Whoa," I thought to myself. I was surprised on how amazingly vivid the dream had been. I glanced at the alarm clock on my bedside table. It read seven thirty. I flung myself out of bed. I threw on a pair of jeans and a New York Rangers tee-shirt. I pulled on one of my shoes and looked around frantically for its pair. The bus pulled by the curb, which was okay for Finn because he always rode his bike to school. "Oh, come on!" Finn thought to himself when he saw that his bike was caught to the bumper of the bus which was getting smaller and smaller by the minute. Finn looked around frantically for his left shoe. He had been looking for it almost all of the morning. He looked desperately at his alarm clock as if it would reveal some place that he had not looked yet. In yellowy-green digital light, the alarm clock read seven fifty five. "Mom!" He yelled at door as loudly as he could. "Yes, honey?" His mother asked in that sitcom-motherly voice of hers. "Do you know where my sneaker is?" He tapped his socked foot impatiently. "Um, I think Tugger might." Finn rolled his eyes and raced down the stairs to confront the thief. Tugger was sitting proudly by the stairs holding the prized shoe in his mouth. "Give me that," He growled at the St. Bernard and snatched the soggy shoe out of his mouth. I ignored the wetness and put it on. When I came into the kitchen, I was hit with the smell of something burnt. I sat down, reluctantly. I was greeted to the table made a smiley face made of under-cooked eggs, and a charred piece of bacon. "Eat your breakfast quickly if you want to catch the bus," My mother said, while hitting the toaster with a spoon. I slid my plate under the table, and an eager Tugger came trotting into the room. "Thanks Mom, but I was just going to ride my bike to school." I had rode the bus once, and it only took me one time to realize that I wouldn't be riding the bus ever again. Tucker quickly scarfed down the 'breakfast' and licked the plate clean. Finn hurried the plate over to the sink. "Alright, Mom, gotta go, I don't want to be late."
"Okay, have a great day!" Finn ran out the door, knowing he had a lot of walking to do.