Pleasant dreams...and a terrible exam paper
Looking at all that chocolate, I stood staring at the chocolate in the fridge, drooling away. My
mum said that they were for the party. Yes, it was my Birthday. I wondered if
there were more pleasant (and delicious) surprises. No, so they must be well
hidden. I gave up, and went upstairs to my room. I hoped for a room full of
presents. Unfortunately (and disappointingly),no. How could this be happening? This
has never happened to me. I’m sure of it. Unless… what I suspect it is true. I
suddenly woke up staring at my impossibly difficult exam paper.