December 22nd, 2005

I am working at a school in Momence. It is a rehabilitation center for teen addicts.
...The school used to be Farm and Fleet...
I lead my class to the music room. Mrs. Schafer, the principal, has placed a sign on the door. "Your pain is the price you pay for choosing to be an addict." A new student joins us in the music room. She is a black teen female. She speaks about how she wants to change. As she takes her seat a pain shoots through my right heal. I lift my foot to investigate the pain. I can not find anything wrong or the cause of the pain. Hmmm. I then notice the class is watching "Everybody Hates Chris" on the television.
...In the corner of my eyes I can see a reality where the show is real right next to our reality...
I take my free time to write down what art supplies I need. Two stones. Work on TMUMH and a second story about a knight-superhero.
"When will I have time to do two stories," I wonder.
Someone cries out. It is the television show. The mother has fallen onto a waterbed and is stuck. Regular slapstick comedy. Then the waterbed breaks. Water begins to fill the room.
"Why do my feet feel wet," I think.
Water is coming into the music room from the hallway outside. Brittany P. tells me the water fountain is broken. I go out to check on it. The fountain head will not allow water through, so water shoots out the sides. I quickly glance into the music room to check on the students when I see the music room is filling with water. I am not alarmed at this and even enter the room. I look for my favorite dictionary. I do not want it ruined so I place it through the television screen into another reality. There it will be safe from the flooding.
"When this flooding ends I'll retrieve it," I think.