The details are foggy. All I really remember is I was at the middle school (Only it was the high school, meaning I was attending senior classes) and I walked into this one classroom where the carpet was oddly slanted and in the center, extremely squishy. As I stepped across, my feet would sink down a foot. It was incredibly difficult to get in and out. Not to mention the teacher was this huge jerk, super arrogant.
There was also a part where I was in Michigan, or maybe the Trapp lake cottage, and I was running away from my family because they were chasing me. I guess I was afraid of something.