The Beginning of Dreams, The Beginning of Our Story

Dear Everyone,

I have wanted to be an author for over ten years, and finally, I have finished my first book. 

Dreams the Heart Remembers is the story of a young man named Jacob Crawding, who has a gift that enables him to enter other peoples’ dreams. After losing his parents, Jacob moves to Hays, Washington, where he lives with his Uncle Rick. He meets a girl named Emily, but doesn’t understand why she moved to Hays so urgently. They grow closer with time, until Emily is hospitalized. Jacob is challenged by a mysterious girl in his repetitive dream to explore the minds of others, this leads to him getting trapped inside the dream world. Jacob must figure out how to get back to the real world, but first he must find himself. The story is currently retold by Judith Brown PsyD, as I spent months converting this story from first person to third person. She may be cut in the final form of the book.  

I have over a dozen other books that I plan on writing and publishing in my lifetime. Dreams is only the beginning of my journey. I’m looking for someone who wants to invest in me and my dreams. I want to reach out to as many people as I can to get my first book published and introduce all of you to the worlds I have created. If you want to know more message me or comment below.

I’m so appreciative of all the support that I have, and so I have chosen to include the first part of my book. I want to get as many honest opinions as possible. Do you want to keep reading? Would you or someone you know be interested in this book? Are you ready to enter my mind and go on some new adventures with me?

I’m ready for you to join me in this effort. Together we will thrive.

Thank you for your time, and enjoy the beginning of Dreams the Heart Remembers.

Unfortunate Soul

“As the poet has said there is another world, but it isn’t somewhere else, it is right here. This is the place that some call the dream world and others a spiritual limbo is the only place where all alternate realities come together as a singular reality. Where past, present, and future are the same. You aren’t supposed to be here, Jacob. You need to get out. You cannot stay here for much longer.”

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“It came every night, that simple, old dream. Each time I saw it, I couldn’t stop it from happening. It began with a young woman sitting in the living room of my childhood home, all alone. Shortly thereafter, a man would barge in and run into the bedroom down the hall. The woman would get up, walk down the hall, and open the door. He would scream, and BAM he would vanish. It was uncertain to me for the longest time if he would ever return, because after he would disappear, I would wake-up and never see the rest of the story,” the old man began in our first session together. 

Jacob Crawding was born in the small Californian city of Fallen, to very kind and wealthy parents. But, due to events of the past, had been forced to move to the tiny town of Hays, Washington with his Uncle Rick. Although Jacob enjoyed his life in Hays, he has experienced many unbelievable things and seen strange worlds and creatures. Mr. Crawding would seem to most as an ordinary, normal person, but there was one part of him that most people could never understand. A part that most of mankind would love to have, others would fear to receive, and what some people, like myself, spend their whole lives trying to figure out.

My name is Dr. Judith Brown. I met Mr. Crawding many years ago. We became good friends near the end of his physical life. He was a happy man, but his face showed signs of many trials in his life. After a few years, he came to me and said, “Judith, I want to meet with you in a few counselling sessions. I want to tell you my story.” As per his permission, we recorded his life so that I could one day share it with you. I will include a number of transcriptions from Mr. Crawding himself, but will spend the majority of the time writing the story the way it was told to me. Jacob Crawding was a good man, and his story deserves to be heard. 

As a result of his reoccurring dream, his mind obtained a power that enabled him to enter into the minds of living people and even non-human lifeforms. Although he had this ability since his youth, he didn’t fully understand how to use it. As a young man, he hoped for opportunities to learn how to use his gift to the benefit of others. “I am not what you would call a mind reader,” he pointed out, “for I can only enter into people’s minds while they are sleeping. I am physically transferred into the realm of dreams, the alternate realities that surround us in space and time.”

I found it quite hard to believe at first, I mean, in all my years as a psychologist, I had never met someone who had any kind of super-natural ability. However, after much analysis and testing I found that Jacob was being honest; he did in fact become involved in dreams and fantasies. As if by magic, he physically entered people’s minds and was able to hear and see things that walked and moved in the covert minds of those sleeping beings. This book is the product of when Mr. Crawding decided to tell the world about his gift, which wasn’t until the end of his life. Mr. Crawding stated, “Some people are born with gifts, others receive talents over time, but for some reason, I obtained my gift in a dream. It entered into my mind in one, single night with no rules, no limitations, and no explanation for how it should be used.”

He obtained this gift during his childhood, sometime in the third grade. He had a puzzling dream about a young woman and man who disappears. Ever since that first night, he found himself with a great desire to wander into the minds of others. This desire encouraged Jacob to search for the meaning behind the unexplainable dream he had. Never, at the time, could he have guessed what was going to happen to him because of this ability. However, as it turns out, when you live with a special gift, your life just works out differently than most people. Usually, in my sessions, I am the counselor, but in the case of Mr. Crawding, I was taught more than I ever imagined possible about the human subconscious. Below, in Mr. Crawding’s words, is his dream and the beginning of his story. 

“This is what the original dream was like. It was an overcast day, but there was just enough light to break through the windows of the couple’s two-story house. A brunette woman was sitting in the living room restlessly tapping her right foot. I didn’t understand why she was so anxious, so I watched and waited in the back corner of the room by the window. Suddenly, a car roared into the driveway and a man appeared. He ran into the house, escaped to the bedroom down the hall, and slammed the door. If you’ve ever been in a room with a fighting couple, you’ll understand how I was feeling. The woman sat still for a few minutes, her incessant tapping paused. Then she stood up, to walk to the door of the room where the man stowed away. My initial assumption was that he had a bad day at work, but I later learned that there was another issue. She approached the door, quietly turned the handle. The scene faded. Now, I was in the room with the man, as he stared at the door. Even in a dream inside my own head, I didn’t seem to have control over my physical location. He was breathing heavily. The door squeaked, her hand grasping the side of the door as it opened. “Go way! I can’t see you right now!” the man yelled. She entered the room completely, reaching to touch him. In the slightest bit of an instant, the man vanished from the room.”

About once a month since the third grade, Jacob would have this dream, and every time, it would end exactly the same. After the man vanished, Jacob would wake up. It was because of this dream that he received his power, a gift that would contain the ability to change the destinies of time. But Jacob wouldn’t understand this for many years to come. In fact, he barely even understood his gift until his late teenage years. 

Getting to Know Mr. Crawding

“After the traumatic years of my childhood, I graduated from high school and desired to discover the full purpose of my gift. I will admit, had I known what this pursuit was going to entail, I may have avoided it, but I grew more and more curious every year I postponed using my gift. I will admit, I thought I could change the world someday. In my naïve eighteen-year-old self, I thought I had this undiscovered superpower that could better mankind. Plus, I believed myself to be a very attractive young man, and mostly all superheroes were attractive.”

Mr. Crawding went off on a tangent, in which he assured that his hair was dark-brown back and always perfectly trimmed. He had pure, deep-sea blue eyes, even when I knew him in his old age. He said his eyes stayed young because they were what granted him his gift. He truly was a dreamer and chose to follow his dreams. Of all his traits, a willingness to think of others before himself was the most admirable to me. 

“My young body could endure most physical activities,” he continued, “I wasn’t too tall, and I was prepared for almost any trial that could come my way. Overtime, I learned that it was not just about physical readiness, but that my heart and mind needed to be prepared emotionally for the challenges I would face following my graduation. I was adored by many in that small town of Hays, and many of them felt that I was a key to success in getting their small town on the map.”

After all those years of having his gift, graduation inspired Jacob to decide to start using his gift to solve mystery of his dream: find out how to help the woman in the dream. Better yet, to help find the man and why he disappeared every time. Not many weeks after graduation, Jacob had that fateful dream again. Except this time, it was different. Well, it began the same, but after the man vanished, Jacob didn’t wake up. This time, he remained asleep for a short period longer and watched as the woman fell to the floor in the same spot the man was. As her eyes filled with tears, she spoke. This was the first time Jacob heard her voice. 

“She had the most sincere and beautiful voice imaginable. It was almost as if she was some kind of angel. Then she said, as if she knew I was in the room with her, ‘Where has he gone? Why have the minds of men kept him trapped from me? You can find him. You must find him. It is your destiny.’”

The First Encounter

Partway through our sessions, Mr. Crawding began to open up more emotionally about his life. He was a man of many secrets, and it took all my skills to encourage him to tell me the full extent of his life. 

“Almost instantly the reoccurring dream presented an issue. My mind was taken back to a time when I was twelve. It was more-or-less a bittersweet day. I had received the opportunity to take the day off from school, which is every kids’ dream, but I had to visit the dentist during the same day. Although the experience was sickening, the day off from school helped me feel a lot better about the rest of the day. As I sat in the waiting room, trying to ignore the high-pitched whistling of drills by staring at the fish tank, I noticed an old man sitting across the room from me. He was obviously there with someone who had already gone inside, because he was in a deep sleep.

“I looked closely at the silent man; his old face, aged with wisdom, appeared content as his thoughts walked through his dream world. The most I knew about my gift, at this time, was that I could enter into people’s minds while they were asleep by staring at their eyelids. In fact, I never perfected this way of entering into peoples’ minds because it always worked. At this time, it was strongly against my nature to enter into a stranger’s private mind. I’d only ever practiced on Uncle Rick when he was sleeping once. What I saw I won’t repeat, but it made me very wary of what could be in other people’s minds. I thought for a few minutes until I started to feel more comfortable with the idea of entering into the old man’s mind. Even if for just a second. I concentrated, stared forcefully at the man’s face, gazed deeply into his eyelids, and entered into his dream world. The dream was a little blurry, as if I wasn’t fully engaged in the dream world. What an odd man, I thought. His dream was rather interesting. I was standing in an endless meadow of flowers with a variety of creatures running and bounding around in it. In the distance was a large willow tree, and beside it the tree was a tall, broad-shouldered silhouette of a man. The shadowed looked familiar, as if I knew the man that stood over there. Then, all of a sudden, I heard, ‘Jacob Crawding?’”

“The dental assistant had called my name to go in and see the doctor, making me lose my focus. I hadn’t fully entered into the man’s mind, and still existed in the physical world. At the time, I didn’t even know that my whole body could get sucked into the dream world. I nodded at the assistant and observed that the old man was still dreaming away. Although I wasn’t able to further explore the man’s dream, what I did see became a faded memory in my mind. I figured that if I could somehow use my gift to find the young woman’s man, then maybe I could further understand my purpose and the purpose of my unique ability.”

Jacob thought about the young woman’s words for a matter of weeks and concluded that he was going to help her. Ever since graduation, life was an open road, and he was ready to take on the world. Since it always appeared to him that the dream was a call to action and a part of his destiny, he felt it was his right to fulfill it. According to the woman, the man was trapped in the “minds of men.” Jacob wasn’t sure what that meant, nor was he sure about the consequences of his decision to follow a dream, but deep down he knew he would soon find out. 

A Mysterious Beeping Sound

I often listen to the radio on the way home from work. I used to listen to the same station over and over, but lately I decided to try something new. Every time I get in the car, I hit the scan button and am taken to a random station. It’s always been fun to hear new types of music and shows once passing through the static. Then, the other day, something came across the radio that I was sure did not exist.

I followed the same procedure as I did every day. The scanner passed through some static stations and ended on a working one. The other day, it landed on 84.7. I waited for the music to start, or a show to begin, but there was nothing. Not a single sound. Just pure silence. I just figured it was an empty channel and reached forward to hit the scan button again, but then there was a sudden beeping. Not a long beep just a quick on and off. Then it beeped again, and again. After the third beep there was a long pause. Intrigued, I continued listening. The beeps returned. Three equally spaced apart, followed by a long pause. I turned up the volume, but it didn’t affect the intensity of the beeping. It wasn’t until I pulled out of the parking lot that the beep got slightly louder.

I had a theory. Maybe this was some sort of S.O.S. or something. The beeps seemed to be in sync with what seemed like a code for “Save our Ship.” To test this theory, I turned around and went back into the parking lot, heading the opposite direction of the beeping sound. The beeping got quieter. Somehow this beeping signal was able to detect my location, and would only get louder as I got closer to the source. I quickly turned around again and started playing a game of warmer or colder. Anytime I made a wrong turn the beeping would get quieter and louder for every correct turn.

After about 20 minutes of finding my way, I came upon a street that traveled west for what looked like forever. I drove west for a few miles, the beeping getting louder and louder as I went. Then suddenly, about six miles in, the beeping started to soften. I had passed the sourced somewhere along the road. I was overwhelmed with curiosity, but my heart started to suggest that I was nervous. Nonetheless, I carried on. I found a spot in the middle of the road where the signal was strongest and turned left into a dirt field.

I started thinking about all of the wonderful things that could be hiding at the end of this invisible rainbow. The sound increased, and I assumed I was super close. The terrain was getting pretty rough for my car to handle, so I got out and walked. With no radio to reference for location, I simply walked straight from the front of my car and hoped that I would be led to the beeping’s source.

I came upon a small hill, and climbed to the top. Then, there on the other side was the unthinkable, the unimaginable, the scariest thing I’ve ever seem in my entire life. A ship. It looked like someone’s yacht and an UFO had a baby. The sides were sleek and silver. The front of this small alien cruise ship was incredibly damaged, like when the Titanic struck an iceberg and sank into the ocean, only this was a space ship and it likely crashed into an asteroid.

Part of me didn’t dare approach. I should call the cops? It’s more than likely that the authorities at AREA 51 were already on their way, so what good would calling the police do? However, my curiosity overtook my fear, and I approached the ship.

“Hello? Anybody here?” I said, rather foolishly.

I didn’t get a response.

I climbed into the sideways ship searching for any signs of life. Then, I found the cockpit. There was someone, or something rather, sitting in the pilot’s chair. I got in closer, carefully checking behind me for any other survivors. The pilot was motionless, and it was hard for me to get a good look at the creature because of the thick suit and large helmet. I carefully pulled off its helmet.

I don’t know what I expected to find. Part of me was hoping to see a green scaly face from a sci-fi movie, or some sort of tentacles, but nope. Instead, underneath that helmet was the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life! If she was alien, I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. 

I carefully unbuckled her seat belt and lifted her out of the chair. She was still breathing.

“Miss, can you hear me?”

She moved, and I called again.

“You’ve been in an accident. Can you hear me?”

Her eyes shot open. It was like looking into the chasms of the heavens.

“Where I am?” she said, slightly panicked.

“You’re on Earth,” I said.

“Earth? Are you from here?” she asked.

“Yes I am.”

She tried to sit up, but quickly grabbed her side.

“Take an easy, you’re injured. My car is just on the other side of the hill. I can take you to a hospital.”

“That won’t be necessary. Now, please, you must leave. They’ll be here soon.”

“Who will be here soon?”

“My people,” she said, pulling herself to her feet.

I stood up. At least let, me help you outside. She glared at me.

“I won’t hurt you. I promise.”

She put her arm over my shoulder, sending a melting sensation down my spine that nearly caused me to fall over. I helped her outside, just as a large shadow appeared over our heads. It was a massive ship. Only, I couldn’t see it. It appears that the aliens had some sort of cloaking system on their ship.

“I must go now,” she said.

“Wait, can’t you stay? I really want to know more!”

Just then a bright beam encapsulated the entire area around the spaceship and us. Everything started to float toward the sky, except for me.

“Can I at least know your name?!” I yelled into the heavens.

“Aurelia!” she yelled back.

And then I stood alone, in a field, next to a large hole in the ground. I got back in my car and drove home. However, my life will never be the same. Now, when I get in the car to go home from work, I tune into 84.7 listening into the silence for some sign of life.

A Pooh Epic

“To think or not to think?!” exclaimed Pooh,

crossing a wooden bridge over a stream.

With nothing in particular to do 

and nothing in particular to think,

Pooh finds his friend, a donkey. Woah is he

depressed. Sitting in his gloomy spot

with nothing but an old-tattered, bent tree.

An orange and black striped creature lurked within

a bush. T’was Eeyore’s hardest part o’day.

Tigger, that mean and always bouncing fiend.

Heroically Pooh leaped to the rescue.

“Get back! You awful forsaken kitten!”

He drew his sword to rip Tigger thread from thread.

“Pooh, it is me, Tigger, your longest friend.”

“Oh bother,” quoth he, “forgot where I was.”

Pooh went back home to think and think some more.

Greater dangers lurked within Hundred Acre Woods,

dark powers, magic, sorcery, beyond!

No imagination left could save Pooh

from the battle destiny had in store.

He needs his friends to aid this noble quest.

The Haunted Ghost Tours

“Hey! How are you?”

“I’m fine, Joseph. Why are you calling me so late?”

“Well, Jesse, I heard you we’re interested in going on a ghost tour bus, and decided that we would go tonight.”

“Listen. I told you I wasn’t interested in going.”

“What? Come on, it’ll be fun! Our whole group of friends are going.”

Jesse though for a minute. She really didn’t like the idea of feeling forced to do something that she was really skeptical of in the first place.

“Who’s gonna be there?”

“They’re already here! Johnny, Julia, Jessica, Jameson, all the Js.”

How they ever formed a friendship with only J names was always a mystery to Jesse, but she did have a huge crush on Jameson.

“Alright, fine. I’m in. Where are we meeting?”

“Look outside you doof. The bus is here and ready to pick you up!”

Joseph hung up. Jesse looked outside. A black eerie bus was parked in front of her house. All of her friends were laughing and taking selfies in front of the ghost bus logo: “Haunted Ghost Tours” followed by the subtitle: “Do You Believe?”

Jesse didn’t believe in ghosts. In fact, she was sure the whole adventure was just some cheap way for someone else to make money off of gullible teenagers, apparently like all of her friends. She grabbed a jacket and yelled down the hall.

“Mom, I’m going out the with Js we’ll be back later!”

Jesse walked outside, and suddenly began to feel nervous. Like, what if she never saw her mom again? She shook away the thought, because, after all, she didn’t believe in what they were about to do.

“Jesse! So glad you could make it!” Joseph said.

“Thanks for inviting me,” she said rather reluctantly, for she felt like, even if she had said no, they would’ve burst through her bedroom door and kidnapped her on this adventure anyway.

“Wwwelcome aboard fffriends, my name is Igor and I wwwill be your ggguide this eeevening.”

It took every bit of Jesse’s self-control to not bust up laughing. This supposed “Igor” was dressed like he was a host of the Haunted Mansion at Disney. His dark suit, clearly fake stutter, and unnatural shoulder hunch really sold the childishness of the situation for Jesse. The rest of the Js were all frightened. Ooohing and ahhhing in the back seats.

“Our fffirst stop wwwill be Dr. Thimbault’s Smart Haunted Hhhouse, built in 1894 by Dr. Arthur Thimbault but was abandoned by his fffamily during World Wwwar II. After a mysterious murder case, the attraction has been ssshutdown, but some say you can still hear the screams of the dddead coming from the inside,” said Igor.

The bus stopped, allowing the group to get out.

“I hear that the boy who died here was never identified and that was like 6 years ago,” said Julia.

“It’s a shame, this haunted house would’ve been sick! Right Jesse?” asked Jameson.

“Umm, yeah. Right,” said Jesse.

She walked over to the gated driveway and looked at the dilapidating mansion. The yard was overgrown, but there were still remnants of yellow police tape waving in the autumn breeze. Jesse perked her ear toward the house. Although she didn’t believe in “hearing the screams of the d-d-dead,” she did believe in the terrible murder that happened inside the mansion. That was enough to freak her out, and she returned to the spook bus.

In the back of the bus, her friends we’re telling ghost stories that they heard from someone who had heard it from someone. They mentioned possessions, spiritual appearances, and a specific bridge where if you put your car in neutral it wouldn’t roll forward but would actually be pushed backwards.

“Sssuicide Bridge,” Igor interrupted. “The rumors you’ve heard are tttrue. There is a bbbridge that is haunted by many ssspirits. It’s called Suicide Bridge and it’s our nnnext stop.”

Jesse stepped out of the bus and onto the bridge. A sudden chill slipped down her spine, and she started to feel nervous.

“Hey, Igor, how many people have died here?” Jesse asked.

“Mmmore than I can count. They sssay that the spirits linger here to try and stop pppeople from jjjumping off the bridge, but many say ttthat all the spirits dddo is scare people into jjjumping.”

Jesse looked over the edge of the bridge, it was at least a 150-foot drop. She could feel the hairs on her neck begin to stand, as if something was beckoning her down below. Then, she found herself speaking.

“No, I won’t come down there.”

“Who you talking to Jesse?” Joseph asked.

Startled, she turned around. “No one. I mean, nothing.”

The side of the bus mocked her as if to say, “Do you believe now?”

“Guys! Jesse is making a connection with something!” Joseph yelled.

“No, I’m not!” Jesse countered. “Let’s just get back on the bus okay?”

“There’s nothing to be afraid of, Jesse,” said Jameson.

Part of her wished that Jameson’s comment would’ve made her feel better, but it didn’t.

“Well, I’m getting back on the bus. Can we leave now Igor?” Jesse said.

There was a nervous look in Igor’s eyes.

“Yyyes, everyone back on the bbbus.”

“But Igor, we want to see something cool happen!” said Johnny.

Jesse sat down waiting for everyone else to get on. She looked up into the rearview mirror, which reflected Igor’s face. He looked back at her and shrugged. Then, his face went pale. He was looking in front of the bus.

“Everyone back on the bus now!” he yelled, without a stutter.

The group of Js outside groaned.

Jesse stood up from her seat and looked out the window. About fifty feet in front of them stood a man in a dark trench coat, with large metal wired glasses. His fashion was definitely not from this century. A chill returned to Jesse’s spine.

“No seriously guys, come now!” Jesse called.

She was in a panic, something about this figure was unnatural. Then, as if inside of her head, she heard a whisper.

“Why won’t you join us down below?” it said.

The group ran back inside the bus, and Jesse found herself screaming.

“Get out of my head!”

Igor slammed on the gas taking off toward the figure, who now stood in the middle of the road.
“Igor! Watch out there’s someone there!” Jessica said.

Igor didn’t flinch, his eyes were wide and his face was even more pale than before.
“What’s wrong with Jesse?” Jameson asked.

Jesse had stood up. She was walking towards the front doors of the moving bus, the figure was rapidly approaching.

“Brace yourselves!” Igor yelled.

As if all time slowed down, the bus ran into the spectacled man. But the man didn’t move, he passed straight through the bus, grabbing towards the group of Js. Everyone screamed.

They looked behind them so see the man vanish as they left the bridge. Meanwhile, Jesse had collapsed on the floor in the front of the bus.

“Are you okay?” Jameson asked her.

“I think so. I would like to go home now, please,” she said.

“I agree,” said Igor. “It’s probably best that we call it a night.”

They returned to Jesse’s home, and Jameson escorted her to the doorway.

“You were pretty brave tonight.”

“Thanks, Jameson, but I didn’t feel brave.”

“Maybe next time we could hang out, just the two of us?” he asked.

“I’d like that.”

She blushed and quietly walked inside, but Jesse didn’t sleep much that night. Every time she closed her eyes, all she could hear was, “Why didn’t you join us down there?”

The School Haunting

How long have I been out? I mean Mr. Itzel is a boring teacher, along with physics, but how come I didn’t hear the bell ring? Why didn’t anyone wake me up?

I got up out of my desk to find that the room was completely empty. When I looked out the classroom door the school was even more empty. It was night and the school was eerily quiet. I had never been on campus at night before but I’d heard about what happened to kids who snuck in after hours. 

But this was an accident. I didn’t purposely stay into the night. I figured it’d be best if I just left and when home. I mean, it’s not like it’s hard to leave if you’re accidentally at school late at night.

Why haven’t my parents come looking for me?

I was walking down the hall towards the front doors, when all of a sudden a dark figure stood there blocking my way.

“Who’s there?” I said, holding my chest from the shock.

The figure started mumbling to himself but I couldn’t understand what he was saying. Then, he started moving towards me. Slowly, one step after another, he moved. He picked up the pace, and my heart exploded. 

I turned around, hitting my shoulder on a locker that was left open in the hall. Holding the painful spot, I lunged myself into the gymnasium. Scared, hurt, and panicked I looked for another way out of the school. The doors on the other side of the gym would lead to the other side of the school and provide that escape. I ran toward the door, never sure how close the figure was. 

The figure was fast. He appeared in front of every door, right before I got there. I was trapped. 

I backed up slowly into the center of the gym, as the figure approached me. I looked around at the empty benches but nobody was there. I was alone in fighting this colossal beast. Then, I heard a slight chanting sound.

“Joey, Joey” the voice repeated increasing in tempo. 

The figure moved closer, and I prepared to fight until I could fight no more. Then, his mumbling became clearer. The chanting was coming from him. 

“Joey, Joey,” he said.

“What do you want from me?” I cried. 

“Joey. Class is over.”

“Huh?” I said rubbing my eyes.

It was Mr. Itzel. The bell had just rang and my classmates were filing out of the room. I escaped this time, but that is why you don't go into the school after hours.