The Dream
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"Pavel Chekov get back here!" Not a chance thought the twelve year old boy as he sped towards school. Mama was angry, but not nearly as angry as his teachers would be if he was late again. He already had one detention for it, that was today, which was proabbly a good thing because then he had an excuse for not coming home right away. No sooner had he set his second foot into the clasroom than the bell rang loud and shrill. "Very good Mr. Chekov." The teacher said. "By the way your detention today will not be served after school. I've a much better idea. You will help show around our young visitor today. He may be transferring to our school. He's from quite a different place you see, but his parents may be relocated here for work in their company. "Pavel Chekov, this is Hikaru Sulu." Pavel wasnt really listening to what his teacher said. But he examined the boy before him. He was definitely not from around here. Asian descent, Japanese he concluded as he studdied the boy. The boy smiled. Pavel would've like to have asked his name again, but he wasnt sure the boy spoke russian, and he sure as heck didnt speak japanese. Actually the boy looked a little bit older than himself. Pavel motioned for the boy to follow him, as Homeroom let out. He decided to take the boy to the library first, maybe they could find a language dictionary there. "Hello." the boy tried, in english no less, but Pavel had learned some english."Hello." He said. The boy smiled, okay so they'd found soemthing in common. Well that had been about it for conversation. But Pavel had managed to show the boy some fun before the day was out, although it did wind him up in detention after school anyway. Detention let out and Pavel was about to leave. There stood the boy in the doorway. He was crying. 'Pavel." He said, and for some reason He understood him perfectly. "You're leaving?" Pavel asked dissapointed. "Pavel...no...you are? But why?".... Pavel froze, the classroom dissintegrated around him. They were standing in a field now, the sky was white-grey with stars , the ground covered in grass. There was a commotion unfolding up ahead. "PAVEL!" Someone screamed in the distance, voices... and then pain... Pavelk scremaed and fell. "PAVEL!" the byo screamed running toward him. "Pavel...don't go..."The boy pleaded, tears streamed down his face..."Pavel!.."
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"Pavel Chekov get back here!" Not a chance thought the twelve year old boy as he sped towards school. Mama was angry, but not nearly as angry as his teachers would be if he was late again. He already had one detention for it, that was today, which was proabbly a good thing because then he had an excuse for not coming home right away. No sooner had he set his second foot into the clasroom than the bell rang loud and shrill. "Very good Mr. Chekov." The teacher said. "By the way your detention today will not be served after school. I've a much better idea. You will help show around our young visitor today. He may be transferring to our school. He's from quite a different place you see, but his parents may be relocated here for work in their company. "Pavel Chekov, this is Hikaru Sulu." Pavel wasnt really listening to what his teacher said. But he examined the boy before him. He was definitely not from around here. Asian descent, Japanese he concluded as he studdied the boy. The boy smiled. Pavel would've like to have asked his name again, but he wasnt sure the boy spoke russian, and he sure as heck didnt speak japanese. Actually the boy looked a little bit older than himself. Pavel motioned for the boy to follow him, as Homeroom let out. He decided to take the boy to the library first, maybe they could find a language dictionary there. "Hello." the boy tried, in english no less, but Pavel had learned some english."Hello." He said. The boy smiled, okay so they'd found soemthing in common. Well that had been about it for conversation. But Pavel had managed to show the boy some fun before the day was out, although it did wind him up in detention after school anyway. Detention let out and Pavel was about to leave. There stood the boy in the doorway. He was crying. 'Pavel." He said, and for some reason He understood him perfectly. "You're leaving?" Pavel asked dissapointed. "Pavel...no...you are? But why?".... Pavel froze, the classroom dissintegrated around him. They were standing in a field now, the sky was white-grey with stars , the ground covered in grass. There was a commotion unfolding up ahead. "PAVEL!" Someone screamed in the distance, voices... and then pain... Pavelk scremaed and fell. "PAVEL!" the byo screamed running toward him. "Pavel...don't go..."The boy pleaded, tears streamed down his face..."Pavel!.."