October 27, 2017

I was walking up to each of the panels of our classroom window and closing the blinds halfway. I pair of students walked into the room and told me that I had been selected for some kind of music project.

We arrived at our station via a miniature railroad train. Since it wasn’t an actual functional train, there was no braking mechanism on the vehicle. Being the last one out, I decided to jump out of the cart, pushing by foot against the seat. When I looked back however, I noticed that my mother was still sitting in one of the seats, her face now one of horror. The car was quickly making its way towards a much larger vehicle and it was apparent that it was going to crash. I made a dash towards the car, unsure of how I was going to stop it.