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Dedicated to Leslie Carter and the Carter family.

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Nick goes to is starting his 5th day of his new World Religions class.Or Sleeping class, since he tends to fall asleep in it since it is always right after, his afternoon reheasals for work with BSB and for his directoring jobs to train for his major in photography, directing, business, and videography under a Videography and photography direction degree.  They are looking at the history of American Holidays. Nick meets Eric and a girl he is interested in dating.

Note: Mild Violence. Most of this is in logic to history and to the times and context.

2/27/2006

It was after our world tour that this all happened. It didn't know weird stuff went on like this. I love ghosts, I love smart girls, I love girls whom want to go to college and won't even let us stop them. I was taking my last couple of classes. Brian asked me to take this World Religions class as an elective.

Even through it has nothing to do with my major in Directiorary photography and videography. Basically, I get to do story boards, scripts, and directing for marketing, and films. I even got to help this one guy on the movie "Pendant" and did some stuff for "The Hallow" and "8 Simple Rules" years ago.

I got the idea to when we were on "Sabrina, The Teenage Witch" back in 1998. We were just singing, but those people fasicinate me, and the people whom do photoshop do too.

Then I started my class, it was 9am. The women all squielled with glee. "Oh my God!" some brunette chick said. "That is NICK CARTER!" She screamed. "I LOVE YOU!" She continued. I laughed and smiled really happy and big.

The rest of the class just laughed at her, but she was blushing. Then some of the guys booed me. Which made me sigh. Then some mean football player guy with high lighted hair came up to me. "You trying to take all the women on the planet you A-hole!" He said. As he walked up to me threating me. "I was just saying "hi"." I replied.

"STOP NOW!" The Teacher said, before he had a chance to push me. "This isn't over." He said.

"Today class, we are going to study St. Patrick's Day." She said. "I see you all meet the superstar don't tell anyone he is going here or you will be exspelled it's college rules here at UCLA." she told them. "Now, class. Let's tell the story of St. Patrick. Turn to Page 38 in your textbooks." She told us.

As she spoke I fell asleep in class and dreamt about his life. "It was the year 390 or 460 c. A.D. or C.E. that he was born. Then when he was 16, he got taken off as a slave to pay his father's debt." I heard her say. I dreamead it.

I was in a hilly and rocky terraine in a small hutted, wood, and cabin neighborhood. "We only have the cow and apples now." My father said, as I dreamed Brad Pitt as him in my dream, just with blonder hair and no weird bread and his gray hair in better places.

"Son, your a man now. I love you, but I have no choice." He told me. Then knocked me out. "Sorry, boy." He replied.

I woke up again, but was in another place in my dream. "My clothes, I was wearing my nice shirt and pants, and those nice leather shoes the warriors get to wear." I told the man next to me. "Why am I chained?" I asked the man guarding us. "You are to be sold for auction in the morning." He replied to me. "Why?" I asked. "To pay your father's debt for beer, if you choose to, you can go back to him afterward in about 3 years after you pay his debt to several farmers." he replied. "Now, get some sleep, we'll clean you up in the morning." He told us, as he gave us some bread and some milk.

"I am confused." I said in my sleep. "Raiders?" I said, not realizing I feel asleep. Then I heard the teacher laugh. "As Mr. Carter has told the class, his family was taken as a slave to Irish raiders when he was 16 or 17 years old from his homeland of Whales or now the western UK." She continued. As I sleept.

The man hit me again. "Well, Sir Patrick?" He asked me. "We worship the stones and the gods of the skies. They say to fight." He whined. "I bet you wish we were like those Christians." He said, laughing as that ugly blonde guy that threatened me before class. Then punched me again. "What is your name?" He asked. "Patrick O' Rahilly." I said. "Someday I will show you, you raided my village, and even posed as my father's debt collector. When the time comes I will come back at you with a sword or I will take back my homeland of Whales and Ireland or God will, if he exsists." I told him. He laughed.

Then I ran back to my whole family, Leslie was there, I was happy again. "Oh my goodness!" I cried in happiness I miss you guys. I was almost 17 now, but I was finally home. Then I choose to go to the church to become a preacher and change Ireland. Then I was at Loch ness, I saw the Lochness or "Loch Lake" and blessed it in Irish. Then the monster eil came out and bowed, then we started work on a 5th centruy stone castle. Then someone pooked me with a measure stick. "Nick wake up." The girl said behind me. "Class is over, I think you need to catch up on your sleep. You missed the whole class, come on meet me in the tutor's room so we can do study hall or do you want to go to the big libary 5 miles down the street?" She asked. I couldn't help but smile.