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I awoke slowly by the noise of everybody in my class.

I had been asleep only five minutes but i felt like a long time.

I glanced at my surroudings and scanning to find something when my mind is completely empty, but no have one a question about the reason why I'm here, no doubt.

As pell-mell of bees, The people starting to move faster and faster that seem no one pays attention to my presence although they grazed my arm.

I don't know why is Everybody in such a hurry but I immediately recognize is last lesson of the day.

I put the book on my table while in my mind to fear and weary about something, of course, I understood a reason why I feel weary after a lot of hours learning but I don't know what about my fear.

I also immediately regconized about this when I turned to see a woman to steps forward, That's exactly what about my fear, the teacher my hated.

In fact, I don't hate to her but I hate subject of her - literality.

Even so, the fear that now gripped me was a fear greater than that of all the literality.

My writing skill is so bad.

The topic for today is :"Feelings myself... ".

I stared at the pager, the sweat runs from my head down my face and coutinue down on my pager while i have no idea for the topic, my horror now laced with fear.

I glaced to forward and I saw my best friend was writing on the board.

I flolowed to each work of his post.

That's exactly all the students like me learned, aridity and no emotion,..

The bell school was ringing in the queit to hear familiar with me.

I awoke slowly and I know that's exactly the sound my alarm on the phone.

Yes, just a dearm but the fear is true.