A world without the letter "A"

Our class wrote these stories while eluding the first letter of the English lexicon. While it seems difficult, numerous words exist without this letter. This provokes the high school mind to find substitutes in synonyms they didn't know previously exist. I explicitly ignored every word with this letter in the writing before this. It took lots of "____ synonyms" googling, but I did it for the second time.

Her eyes, they begin to close, the world slowly dims. She is home. It is now bright, so bright, her eyes begin trouble conforming. She looks up just in time, white wisps fly by her mouth. They resembled ghosts, sort of see through. Where is this world? Why did she sit upon the bright green hill where it did not resemble turf. Her bed seemed centuries elsewhere. She turns her skull to see the rest of the world next to her. To her surprise, she sees homes. Billowing buildings erupted from the skyline. “Built for the queen” buzzing begun by her chin. She flung herself everywhere looking to see the bumble bee where her body just rested. “Who is the Queen?” she yelled, confused, hoping someone else would comment. She looked down to see this excessive crown lying beside her. “Yours” the bee whispered. “The king longs for your return, we must go to him.” it buzzed, pulling on her leg. Her hoodie with converse pop betwixt the fiction-looking world. It looked like something out of one of those Dr. Seuss books mixed with merlin’s knights. If the bee is correct, she is the queen. On the entry into town, she stops for the moment, she turns to the bee, “Where is this? How did I get here?” she wondered out loud. “This is the kingdom of Godfell. We were on the hunt for our queen. There you were, sleeping like routine.” the bee buzzed. “None of these people own the clothes I own though, how could I be the queen?” She inquired. The bee responded “Your highness while your get-up is of ludicrous oddities we still enjoy your presence.” She stopped responding it would just confuse her further. She followed the bee into the big home in front of them. She could see the silhouette of the guy the bee kept devising the king. So this is her king. But when he got closer, things were flying elsewhere. Her eyes. They begin to close, the world slowly brightens. She is home. It is now dim, so dim her eyes begin trouble conforming. She looks up just in time, but nothing exists. She is nowhere.