Samantha walked down the hallway to her locker, picking up her books and notebooks she needed for Algebra 2.  Sighing, she turned and headed down another to get to class.  She absolutely hated math.<br/><br/>Entering the classroom, she took her seat in the third row, sixth back.  Sam pulled out her homework from the night before as they all passed it forward.  Maybe she had fallen asleep in the truck while she was waiting for school to start?  Maybe none of that crazy stuff she had seen that morning had actually happened, just part of a dream?