I was in Paris. There was a carnival. I saw some people I knew, but I pretended I hadn't seen them because I didn't want to talk to them. I hopped a train so I could go back to the airport and fly home, and as I looked back at the city scape the lights from all the rides were really beautiful so I tried taking some photos. They were all blurry. As I turned to face forward, people flying broomsticks were lobbing bombs at the ground. I knew they were part of the rebel army. They dropped one bomb on the train tracks and the train skidded for awhile but eventually came to a halt. I scrambled off the top of the train, where I had been sitting, and took shelter in the wall of candy to my right. I came upon a small child and I scooped out a container of Mike and Ikes so she could hide too. The rebel soldiers came through the train tracks carrying machine guns. I was really worried they'd want a snack and would discover us.
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I was at a lock-in in my high school and we settled into our lockers to sleep for the night. The three witches from Hocus Pocus flew through the hallway and sang the "Come Little Children" song. A 6-year-old girl was lured out of her locker to follow them. My perspective switched to that girl. When I looked around me everyone's eyes were stars.
