It was graduation day, and everyone was dying. Their hearts rotting, hair falling out, eyes leaking a salty, poisonous substance. On the drive there with my family, my mother repeatedly slammed the breaks enough times to flip our brains upside down. As I walked in, I was violently mauled by a pack of wolves that resembled my friends’ parents.      

     I somehow survived, although I was rather disoriented. However, I used everything I had left in me to drag myself to the side of the stage. I was much too tired for this, and an entirely invisible ghost was desperately trying to pull my eyelids shut. I resisted, but did not know how much longer I could do so. Suddenly, a haunting song blasted through the speakers. It sounded like babies shrieking, and my ears started to deteriorate from the inside, dripping blood onto my white stole. 

     Suddenly, I and all of the other students turned into ants, walking in a straight line towards the dreaded podium. Once I got to the podium, I looked into the audience and could not see a single face. I was in space. I’m not sure why or how. A spotlight sun seconds away from burning me alive was all I could see, everything beyond was pitch black. And that’s when the building began to crumble.

     Cracks spread across the wall from the vibrations of the sounds of the wailing parents. Not only did the room begin to crumble, but it also began to fill with salty tears. It quickly got to neck level, and in that moment, we all accepted our fates. With only a few seconds left before the water swallowed our heads whole, we all threw our caps and used our last breaths to scream, “Happy graduation!”