This is a creative writing story I wrote for English class in my senior year, the words in bold is the part my teacher wrote to start the story off, the word not in bold is what I wrote.

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I've had bad dreams before, but nothing compares to the dream I had last night! I dreamt that I was on the 'Price is Right', and when my name was called as a contestant I went barreling down the aisle, hands flailing, and voice shrilling with excitement.

However, when I made it to where all of the other contestants were standing, everyone simply stared at me with the strangest look on their faces. I looked around, still excited at the possibility of me winning a car or a cash prize, but as I glanced from face to face I noticed that people were not just staring, they were looking at me as though I was a monster!

I tried being polite and even saying hello in my most charming, southern accent, but this only caused the other contestants around me to scream and gasp in horror.

I was feeling a mixture of confusion and anger, confusion because I didn't know what was wrong, and didn't think anything was wrong, and anger because they wouldn't tell me what was wrong or saying anything. My confusion got to me and I pulled out a mirror and looked into it and received the biggest shock of my life, I screamed in horror and dropped the mirror.

However, the image I saw in the mirror was stuck in my head, or rather my heads, I had two heads. One was my own head, the other was my friend Dustin's. I screamed the word 'no' as I fell to my knees, the audience and contestants stared at me shocked.

"Well the show must go on, so let's get on with it." The host said with an awkward smile. I stood there as the game began, I actually beat the others and we won a few rounds, Dustin just stayed quiet until the last game, but he was talking to me in my head and telling me what to say so I said the price and won two new cars.

Suddenly everyone screamed as Dustin pulled away from me, we both looked normal, well as normal as possible except he was wearing a tie-dye shirt, bell bottoms and platform shoes. I started to laugh and so did everyone else, we got to keep the cars and other prizes though, but then I woke up.

"Man I wish that dream was real." I said out loud as I got up and looked out of the window, I gasped in surprise as I saw the new car that I had won in my dream.

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