A white shirt?

Joe felt his mind doing cartwheels trying to figure out how teacher Susan knew about his dream. When he looked at the paper it only said what is a dinosaur and how did dinosaurs go extinct. He’d half expected words to magically appear on the page, spelling out something like: who killed Bobby Danforth. But nothing appeared. He looked up to see that teacher Susan was walking around the room again, looking at student’s work. Joe looked at Bobby and saw he was wearing a white shirt, Joe was sure it had been red.

Joe felt his breath catch in his throat as he remembered Bobby’s… dead Bobby’s shirt in the dream had been white.

“Hey, joe it’s almost recess there’s only five minutes left, wanna play with my new LEGO figures?” Asked Alex.

The figures were a graveyard collection: ghosts, skeletons, zombies and even a tombstone.

“Sure,where did ya get them?” Asked joe.

Alex was about to reply when the looming figure of teacher Susan leaned over the desk and flashed the two of them a crooked grin.

“Get to work,joe.” She said. “You two don’t really believe in monsters, do you?”

“No,” they said in wide eyed unison.

Five minutes later at recess, Joe and Alex sat on the big wooden bench playing with the figurines.