The end of the semester is coming and I haven't gone to any of my electives. I'm pretty sure I'm still going to pass because I'm a music major and did well in my ensembles.
There's an older lady with long curly hair who wants to switch to music and I'm trying to be excited for her. "Oh good, you can teach with Mr. Zabaphore!" but I hate him.
One of my friends is quickly becoming competent; he's invented a device charger with spare parts.
My brother and I are trying to get home, but he can't fly. We're near the elementary school. I grab his hand and try to lift us both up.
