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Okay, sup? How you doing? Good! But you're probably here to know about me. I'm Sophie and I'm 15, grade 9, Asian, bla bla bla. I like a lot of stuff! Like books, music, MOVIES (if you want to know which ones, just go down to the bottom)! I want to be a director when I grow up, sooooo fun!! And I've got lots of friends, well, not lots, but a fair bit. People call me hard-working, or just a nerd. I am a nerd, a hard-core nerd, you got a problem with that? Good. I'm also just hard-core, I mean, I've got people's backs, I fight for what I believe in, I say what's on my mind, I don't sway with the crowd. Yeah, anything else? If you have any more questions (Which you probably don't, because you probably know me in real life, and you'll know that Sophie Tribiani doesn't exit, at least I hope I didn't steal someone else's name o.O....) Just read some of my posts, I've got lots!

Saturday, November 27, 2010

Field Trip Lost: Down to the States

There's two different dreams about loosing or having to find our own way back from a field trip, one's with Mr Olson, the other, Mr Hill!!

Field Trip Lost: Down to the States

We were walking, slow at first, then faster, as the sea splashed at the walls beneath us. If I'd been unaware in the dream, I would have thought I was in Stanley Park, but I wasn't. The docks were different, and though there were none of real differences I can make out, I could still tell that they were different. I saw the guys, up ahead, striding long strides. And Eddy, chatting with Jamie behind me. Zoe and Emma and the others of their clique hung at the back, quietly discussing their interests. I could slightly feel the presence of our leader, but still knew that he was just meeting us there.

I saw a Starbucks, the counter swarmed by people, cold and waiting. I wanted a hot chocolate myself, and imagined my cold body in the warm room. But I kept moving, not wanting to stop, knowing that the others will just continue without me.

A fisherman hooked his net down to his small boat, and I started to take an interest in that instead.

Soon, we got to the bus station, and I knew our destination was close. I could have sworn it was Stanley Park, but it wasn't, it was different. Closing in to the hill that the bus station was tucked by, we begin to clap, seeing the building.

The next moments were a blur, and soon our worksheets were almost done. I could scarcely remember looking into a large, very very large, tank of water that filled the bottom floor of the huge building. The other floors of the building held parapets, extending so that a railinged observation desk circled each floor.

We worked fast after that and were out on the bus, but it broke down, so soon we were out the door and walking in a meadow. A far-reaching meadow, with yellow glass, and I could faintly see a town in the distance, and had lost sight of the bus altogether. We walked for what seemed like hours, but we eventually hit the small town. It was about the size of Victoria, really, not small at all.

And that was when Mr Olson told us to split up. We were to find our own way back to Canada. Yes, Canada, we had gone all the way down to Seattle, and what had seemed like Stanley Park, was just another park of theirs that looked the same. So, we were in Seattle, and were to find our own way back. We were to split into partners as well, and were not to talk to other pairs.

I went with Zoe, we were talking about Castle and had enjoyed each other's company. The dawning idea of lunch came into our minds, and we headed for the nearest McDonald's. She got a cheeseburger, and I got a Junior Chicken. McCafes sounded appealing too, and we ordered one for both of us. Counting the exact change for the cashier, we picked up our meals and settled down on a tall table with counter chairs. I took a bite of my burger, and felt the hot, crispy chicken under my tongue, and the mayonnaise caressing my taste buds. I was never a sucker for hormone-concentrated low-quality chicken, but somehow in my dream, I had become starved, and my occasional cravings for the Junior Chicken took over.

We spotted Madi and Angel, across the restaurant, and though it was against the rules, we thought that Mr Olson wouldn't have penalized us for talking to each other. Soon, Madi and I engaged in a conversation about Merlin, and things became blurry once more. I never got to finish my meal, but I felt as though that, even in a foreign and unknown land, it would have all been okay, with the right people, and the right mind, you could get through any thing.




Be sure to expect:

Field Trip Lost: I'm on a boat! (And in a camp, and on a train, and getting free Starbucks drinks!)
12-year-old CIA series (yes, series)
The Purple Store
Downtown of Some Other City
Living in the '50s
Our Trip to Rome
I Jumped off of a Sinking Ship
Comics
Lockers and Parties
Mystery Jowels
I'm Late for School (Downtown bus version)

YOU SEE??? I HAVE A LOT OF DREAMS, THAT I CAN REMEMBER!!!!!!!!!!!! OMGs!!!!!!!!!! Of course, when I write them, I add a literary flare, but it's still relatively describing my memories of those dreams! I've got a lot more! I think, I'll have to try to remember them. Wow, it's gonna take me a while to write all of these, and I've gotta finish my Mortal Instruments Fanfic, and Percy Jackson Fanfic!!!!!!!!!!! OMGs!!!!!!!!!!

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