: When I was a little girl I was chased by killer pink Lawyers . . .

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That night after dinner I went up to my new, boring room. It was small and unexciting, with its blank, white walls, and ugly blue striped drapes.

I hated my new room, but I knew that I'd have to learn to live with it. But I promised myself that the drapes were the first things to go.

I unpacked some boxes full of my belongings and put them in and on top of my ugly, new dresser.
After a while I became tired, so I started looking for some clothes to sleep in, a warm blanket, and a pillow, or two, or three.

"I'm so spoiled," I thought with a chuckle.

It was November and the nights were really cold and the snow started to fall and cover Privet Drive.
I had just found a big shirt and tight shorts to sleep in and started putting them on so I could go to bed.

I had gotten the shorts on and was going to take off my tang top that I wore under my sweater and put on the big shirt, when I heard something odd.

I looked around and I saw a grown man sleeping next to my bedroom door.
I froze up.

"Why the bloody hell is there a man in my room?" I thought franticly.

I wanted to scream, cry for help, but I was too afraid that I would wake the man up.

Then I realized something else.

"What happened to the white walls?"

I looked around, and sure enough, the white walls were gone. Dark bricks replaced them, and there were no ugly drapes, there weren't any windows to cover. No bed, no dresser, nothing was in the room.

"I'm in a different room!" My mind screamed.

I was really freaking out now. I started shaking involuntarily, and I felt really cold. I then noticed that I could see my own breath coming from my quivering mouth.

"Why is it so cold?" I knew there were more important things to worry about. But it was so hard not to think about the coldness when all I was wearing was tight shorts and a tang top.

I looked back at the sleeping man. The room was dark and I couldn't see him very well, but I could tell that he had red hair and glasses.

I slowly started to walk towered the man, I just wanted to know who he was and how I got to this strange place. But then I saw something else.

"Oh God," I whispered with fear.

There was a huge snake coming right at me. At first I was going to do what anyone would do, run my ass off. But I knew that if I did, the snake would get scared and strike.
So, I stood still, as still as my body would let me. The snake was the biggest snake I had ever seen in my life.

"The Discovery Channel never told me that there were snakes this big in the world!" I hissed to myself. I still couldn't help but be sarcastec, even at a time like this.

Closer and closer it came toward my shaking body.
I started crying silently.

"This is it," I thought. "This is the end of the line. But God please let a miracle happen. You're not out of them are you?"

The snake came closer and did something that I will never understand. It went right through my right foot.

My eyes were so wide they started to burn from lack of moisture.

"No way," I said silently. I turned and saw the snake going toward the sleeping man. I was about to yell to warn him, but to my relief he woke and stood up.

"There's a snake!" I cried. I didn't know if the man was good or bad, but I knew that no one deserved to be bitten be that snake.

The man saw the snake but didn't look up at me. I didn't really blame him, if there was a big snake in front of me I wouldn't care about a sixteen-year-old girl.

I didn't know what to do to help, so I stayed still and quite.
The man slowly reached his hand into his pocket.

"Oh, good," I thought. "He has a gun."

The man slowly pulled something out of his pocket. I saw what it was and the smile slowly fell from my face.

"A stick? That's your big weapon? What are you going to do, throw it at him?" I yelled sarcastically.

Whatever the man was going to do to with it, he waited too long. The snake viciously attacked.

The man yelled out in pain as the snake struck his flesh. I screamed out in fright, putting my hands over my mouth and backing up to the cold stone wall. Then out of nowhere there was a noise I didn't expect to hear, a boy yelling.

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It was like waking from a nightmare; it just ended. I looked around and I was in my new room. I was still holding the big shirt in my hands.

"It was a dream?" I asked myself in disbelief.

I felt my face with my shaking sweaty hands. There were tears running down my cheeks and sweat on my forehead.

I don't know what made me do it, but I jumped up from my sitting position on the floor and ran down the stairs. I only stopped to take a breath when I reached the outside of my parents door. It was still early so I knew my parents were still awake, so I knocked.

"Come in!" I opened the door and walked in the room. My father was sitting on the bed, and my mother was putting laundry in the dresser.

"Mother can I talk to you?" I asked.

"Sure sweetie, what is it?"

"Alone," I said.

Mother looked taken aback by this, but nodded. We walked up the stairs to my room and I sat down on my bed. Mother did the same.

"So what's this all about Abigail?" Mother asked kindly.
I looked at her, not knowing what to say. I knew my mother would believe me; but I just didn't know how to say it without sounding like I belonged in a padded room.

"Mother, you know how I daydream allot?" Mother nodded, I could tell she was trying to figure out where this was going. "Well I was daydreaming a while ago, and I saw a man . . ."

The night became darker and colder. Mother listened while I related everything to her that I daydreamed about. I didn't know why I felt like I needed to tell her, but I knew I had to.

" . . . And I wanted to know what he was going to do with a stick, but it was too late. The snake bit him. It bit him mother! There was blood everywhere!" I started crying again. I didn't understand it, I never cried, I learned not to at the age of two.

"Shh, sweetie it's okay," Mother pulled me into a hug as she said this. "It was just a dream. Nothing will hurt you. Like the snake, it didn't hurt you because it was a dream."

I knew she was right, and I felt much better. I could always go to mother, we were a team, her and I. We need each other to survive.

She held me for a while, and I remembered when she used to tell me stories. Oh, so long ago. Stories of good, and stories of bad. Good and Evil, fighting each other for there different beliefs.

Those times past seemed more like a dream then the dream with the snake and sleeping man.

Deep down I sent a prayer to the man and his family . . .

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