As my foot stepped into the classroom, a gust of frigid air brushed my face. I'm swept beneath my feet; blood rushes to my head. As I take a peak around, I notice chairs floating around. Fellow classmates struggle to keep on their chairs. THUD! I crash wish my chair. I'm tossed around as I try to grasp my chair. I finally get situated at my desk: pull out my laptop,notebook and pencil. As I struggle to keep my items on the desk, Mr.Cohen addresses the Elephant in the room. Why are we floating?
" I don't know" Mr.Cohen elucidates
The room goes wild with rumors,gossip and theories to the point i can't hear myself think.
"Wait." I murmur to myself ''where has Mr.Cohen's accent gone?"
"You noticed that too?" Matteo quietly confirms.
I confide to myself... what's going on?
Everything's the same.
Same classmates.
Same Mr.Cohen.
Same room.
Same everything!
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