Silence fell over the room making me slightly uneasy. I had swam all the way across for this moment yet it felt so wrong and unnatural. He was holding the orange box staring down at it. His face almost completely covered by his black hair. There was a bright flash followed by thunder, the storm had already started. Am I too late? He looked up from the box his green eyes wide with fear. I knew then that we were too late.
I jolted up in my bed my pyjamas drenched in sweat. It was just a dream. But little did I know it was closer to reality then I thought.
By Ruby
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