"Class, it's time to write in your journals," said the teacher, strolling through the room.

'I ran from lasers shooting at me.'

"Show, don't tell, Johnny …"

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"Yes, Teacher."

'Lasers chased after me while I ran away from them.'

"Johnny, show …"

"Okay, Teacher."

'I heard lasers popping and searing the walls, their scorching heat getting ever closer, fueled by the aliens' hatred for me and my kind … Would I be free, or was this the end?'

"That's much better, Johnny." The bell rang. "Class, it's lunchtime!"

Johnny hobbled over to the hallway using his bionic arms and legs.