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“Shawn, time to wake up,” called Shawn’s mother from the kitchen where she was making his favorite breakfast, blueberry pancakes. Shawn was not a morning person, this partially had to do with the fact he was a junior at Cramlin High School. Last night, he had one of the best dreams he has ever had. He dreamt about finding buried treasure. He had to find a key to open the chest full of treasure. In order to find the key, he had to fight people and go through other adventures along the way. “Man, I wish that dream would’ve been real!” Shawn said to himself as he sleepily walked downstairs to get some breakfast. At school he told his best friend, Dewey, about his amazing dream. Dewey loves hearing about Shawn’s dreams so he was very interested. Later that day, it was time to go to Chemistry. Shawn hated Chemistry and usually fell asleep in that class so Mr. Fischer, his Chemistry teacher, didn’t like him very much. Today was different though. Mr. Fischer ran into class a little late that day, and apologized to the class for being tardy. He took his coat off and set his phone and a key on his desk. The key looked just like the key from Shawn’s dream. “Wouldn’t it be cool if Mr. Fischer had some treasure?” Shawn jokingly said to Dewey. All class Shawn couldn’t stop thinking about his dream, it seemed so real. After class, Shawn kept looking at that key on Mr. Fischer’s desk wondering if it was the same one. Since it was last period, Shawn decided to stick around and see what Mr. Fischer would do with that mysterious key. After the school day concluded Shawn stood outside by a tree waiting for Mr. Fischer. After waiting around for 20 minutes Mr. Fischer finally exited the building, got into his car, and drove out of the school lot. Shawn followed Mr. Fischer for a good mile until he reached a fitness gym. Shawn wasn't sure whether to go into the gym and risk being seen, or wait outside. When he saw Mr. Fischer lay his bag down on one of the benches Shawn quickly made up his mind and entered the gym. He casually walked over to the bag to check it out. Although when he opened the bag there was only a towel, an old sandwich, and some work papers in it. Shawn practically turned the whole bag inside out trying to find the key, and it was nowhere to be found. Mr. Fischer was just finishing up his workout and started heading toward his bag. Shawn quickly and franticly placed the items back in the bag and ran out of the gym as fast as he could. Luckily, Shawn had just exited when Mr. Fischer came over to his bag to pick it up and go on his way. His next stop happened to be at a grocery store to pick up food. He got out of his car and entered the store, but he had forgotten to roll up his windows. Shawn found this to be the perfect opportunity to look through his car to see if the key was in there. After searching through every possible compartment, cracks in the seats, and all the floors he came to the conclusion that yet again the key was not to be found. Shawn glumly walked away to wait for Mr. Fischer to finish his shopping, and so he could see where Mr. Fischer headed to next. When he did finally exit the store and get in his car, he seemed to be done with all of his errands. Mr. Fischer drove for about 5 minutes then pulled into the driveway of his house. Shawn knew to keep a distance so that he was not seen. He decided to park a few houses away behind a few bushes, and casually exited his car. Then, when he knew Mr. Fischer had entered the house, he ran up to the house so that he could see what was going on inside. As he peered through the somewhat dirty window he saw Mr. Fischer place the groceries on the counter then kiss his wife on the cheek. They exchanged a few words then he exited the house through the back door heading towards the woods. Mr. Fischer then took the key out of his back pocket, and Shawn realized he was on the right track. Shawn ducked behind trees and bushes as he followed his mysterious teacher into the woods. Every once in a while Mr. Fischer would hear the footsteps in the leaves and turn around to see what it was.

“Must be a squirrel,” Mr. Fischer said to himself. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Finally, they reached a small beat up shed in the middle of the woods behind the Fischer’s house. Mr. Fischer took the key out again and put it in the lock hanging on the shed’s door. He walked in, but Shawn could not see what was in the shed because he was too busy hiding behind a tree. Shawn moved to another tree and saw Mr. Fischer looking around for something in his shed. Next, he took some nails out of a medium sized cardboard box, locked the shed again, and headed back to his house.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">“What a waste of time!” thought Shawn.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Shawn quickly headed out of the woods without making too much noise. When he finally made it back to the Fischer house, he realized that Mr. Fischer had left the key on their kitchen table. Although Shawn knew the key only led to a little old shed, there was something about it that made it so mysterious. His curiosity overpowered him and he decided to try to get the key one more time. Mr. and Mrs. Fischer went into the dining room to eat their dinner. This was the perfect opportunity for Shawn to get the key. He ducked under the dining room window and ran quickly and quietly through the comely garden until he finally got to the back door. The back door led to the kitchen, so if he was quiet and sneaky enough he would be able to get in and get the key.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Shawn turned the door knob the slightest bit to see if it was squeaky. It was. Shawn would just have to hurry up and get in hoping the couple was so deeply in conversation that they wouldn’t notice the high pitched sound. He got in. Quickly he stepped over to the large granite kitchen table and stole the key. Then, he ran out thanking himself for leaving the door open just enough so he wouldn’t have to risk that squeaky handle again.

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Once Shawn was safely out of the view of the house he wandered into the woods. The shed was just ahead and he had to think if all of this was worth it. He stood still and thought about it for a little, and decided that he wouldn't feel assured that the shed was like any other shed without looking for himself. When Shawn approached the shed he heard something from behind him and shot his head around to see what it was. Turns out it was only a branch that fell from an old tree off in the distance. After that little fright, Shawn was a slightly unsure of what he was doing. He slowly took the key out of his pocket, looked around one last time, and then gently put it in the lock. As he slowly turned the key the latch in the lock opened making Shawn jump. He took the key out of the lock and very carefully opened the shed door trying to make no noise that would cause him to be heard. Just as he was about to enter the shed though, a hand landed on his shoulder. Shawn jumped and screamed because he didn't know what was happening, and as he turned around to see whose hand it was he was surprised to see that it was Mr. Fischer’s. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">When Shawn noticed that it was Mr. Fischer, he quickly started running with the key in his hand. Mr. Fischer started running after him and finally caught up to him. "Shawn, why are you in my shed and how did you get my key?" asked Mr. Fischer. Shawn timidly confessed, "Well Mr. Fischer, I had a crazy dream the other night, and in it there was a key that looked exactly like the one you had in class. In the dream, the key opened up a treasure. I saw the key on your kitchen table, and you and your wife were eating dinner. I had to find out what it led to and I saw you take the key to the shed. I figured the treasure had to be in there so I had to find out for myself."

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">Mr. Fischer then calmly said, "Shawn, if you had this dream and wanted to find out why didn't you just come and ask me?"

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">"I didn’t think you would give it to me," Shawn said, "because if it led to treasure why would you?"

<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt;">"Good idea!" thought Mr. Fischer as he remained silent. <span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman','serif'; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">He then took Shawn and locked him in the shed where nobody would ever figure out what happened to him.