I wake up, take a shower, eat breakfast, brush my hair and teeth then go to school. On the bus a red haired girl offered the seat next to her. Why does this feel so familiar? The ride was quiet. We read a story on Anne Frank which I could've sworn we've read before. Math...eh...don't listen. Why does it feel like we ate pizza yesterday? Haven't we learned this in science. Has the girl waved at me before? History feels the same.
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Deja Vu
Short StoryJust a little short story I randomly thought of while bored in class.
