I was going to school in California. I was a junior and very involved in the school's TV channel and news reports. I was the head reporter (the one who stands in front of the camera with a microphone and tells the real story), which was very uncommon for a junior. You were lucky to be a head reporter even as a senior! My very best friend, Graphite, had always dreamed of being head reporter. He just always got so nervous in front of the camera, sadly. So he was always behind the camera, shooting the action.
Anyhow, I had a strong belief that an alligator was living in the lake on our school grounds. So one night, I took the School's Head Principal out to the lake to prove it to him. A colorful floating bridge sat across the diameter of the lake, so together we walked to the middle of the bridge to look for the alligator.
All of the sudden, a monstrous alligator surfaced and snatched me. My suspicions were correct, but I had no idea the thing would be 25 feet long! I got pulled down into the water, and eventually died. The Head Principal ran back to the school, where he frantically tried to tell the students what had happened. At this very moment, I came back to the school as a ghost. The only person who could see me was Graphite. I said to him, "This is your time to shine!" He had someone film him as he very smoothly and professionally reported the death and the alligator. I was so proud of him and happy I could help him.
In the very end, the alligator was a great friend to me and somehow I was brought back to life.
Thank goodness it was all a dream.
