7.00 - Good beautiful morning! Or maybe not that beautiful for I was woken up in the middle of an exciting sleep. Some weird things were happening in it, as if I were back to school, but in no way did it look as my my new, equipped with all the latest technologies school. Although the face of the building looked renovated and ornamented inside it looked like a waste dump abandoned and uncleaned for ages.The first floor looked normal though. 
 I went upstairs and the second floor looked like an abandoned decades ago building with nothing but shabby dilapidated walls. I was terrified to look down through the railings I could see nothing but abyss. 
"Where should I go?" I stepped onto the wobbly littered with splinters and flinders floor. The aisle with rooms, apart from the floor, looked normal. The doors to the classes stood in their place. I went down the aisle. Deeper I went the older looked  the doors of the classrooms. In the end, the aisle had led to a spacious dark room filled with more remains of the erstwhile life.  In the centre of the room, in  the  dim light there was the baby grand piano. Apparently it was a classroom of  music.  Drowning  in the litter I reached the piano. The  habitat has changed. Instead of the flinders  I felt the wooden floor under my feet and the lightbulbs went on.  
 A swarm of students burst in the class. The old rickety chairs cricked and bleeped.Students took their seats, I took mine at  the penultimate. 
 I peeped through the window. The dark early morning was outside.  The  torrential rain drummed at the glass. For an inexplicable reason  the Music class didn't  start,  but instead of that there was an English test. The clime wasn't  as in the test though.Everyone was talking with everyone. 
 As usual, as it happens in the tests, the boy beside me asked to copy the answers to his paper. I have done his test and  looked into mine.  My paper was in the less known language to me.
 In a few minutes the chaos turned into a  festive atmosphere as if Christmas were  at the threshold or the end of the year were to commemorate. 
 Students of my class were discussing where they wanted to go, but the cause remained a mystery. 
 I climbed out of the window.The gas tubes ran between the floors helped me to switch between classroom. It seemed to be the only available way.  I cast a quick look on the school 's yard and went along the wall. Having a loser look I realised that the school's yard was a gigantic tank of the sewage.  The smell  wafting from there resembled еру manure of thousands cows that had been pooping nonstop for a couple of centuries. To fall there  seemed as a bounce into toxic waters from apocalyptic films.
 Somehow I manged to scramble along perimeter and ended up at the window of principal's room.  I sneaked into the school. The hall was spacious, had the blue walls and brownish parquet  on the floors. It was also empty. 
 Out of blue I heard the voice of one of the Russian and Literature teachers uttering my name. Apparently with the principal was she discussing my expel.  The deep-sated resentment flared up in my heart  for I didn't know the reason. 
 I couldn't hear the end of their conversation because I was woken up. 
7.00: Good beautiful morning! I am setting off to school.     
P.S. To be  continued (maybe)