I opened my mouth to respond, but what could I say? My best friend had dreams no human ever should - she didn't deserve to have her mind invaded by Hell night after night. And these latest dreams about a demonic horseman riding into San Francisco to wreak some kind of Hellish violence on the world had been plaguing her for the past few nights. That probably meant something, and it certainly wasn't anything good. Mrs. Park cut off any response I might have given.
“The first day back from Thanksgiving break - that's your deadline." Behind her, she had written Shakespeare Scenes. I stared dumbly at the words while the room erupted with whispered conversations. “You're going to pick your teams - two people, one play." Mrs. Park raised her voice to be heard over the noise. “I want you to make
