They're everywhere. Packs of great whites swarm the clearing of the forest. I am hidden in a prickly bush covered by the shade of the old oak trees. There is only one way out, through the vast opening guarded by sharks, teeth gnashing at anything that moves. Their black beady eyes watch the tree line intently as if they know I am here. I weigh my chances of making it out, slim to none. The thought of making a run for the other side of the shark infested forest makes my body shudder. Goosebumps raise on my arms, I will soon be out of time. I shift my weight in a crouching position to get a better view, looking for a new route out. A small twig jabs into my arm; I look down to see the damage, and catch a single drop of blood on my finger before it hits the ground. Quickly smearing the blood onto my grass-stained pants, I see the noses of every shark raise. The sweet scent of their next meal draws them closer and closer. I've been deceived by my own body, there is no chance of survival. I begin to panic, sweat dripping from my brow, I slowly close my eyes anticipating that this will be the end. My hearts is racing. I wait but nothing comes, I open my eyes. Looking around I do not see a forest but instead the familiar posters of the classroom and twenty students staring at me. I realize, once again, I have fallen asleep in creative writing.