Cassidy POV
The Math period was dragging. It was a new teacher, Mr Colden I think.
🦋Caleb (class clown) and his friends start throwing papers at one another and one paper ball hits the teacher right on the forehead as he was turning around to address the class🦋
It happened again.
For as long as I could remember I have been having these weird dreams that have been coming true. I don’t know if maybe its a six sense or something but I haven’t told anyone. Besides what would I tell them ,even I don’t know what’s going on.
For example this incident happened before. I can feel it. I always pushed the feeling down telling myself its just a coincidence but every time moments like this happen I sought of freak out.
The sound of the bell snap me out of my thoughts. Mr Colden has wasted the period reprimanding the ass clowns of the class.
I usually am the last person to leave the class so I easily notice the piercing blue eyes staring into my soul. Mr Colden’s eyes follow me till I shut the door of the classroom behind me.
‘Great now my souls going to need cleansing’
At lunch I meet up with Bryson and Lyssa at our usual table. Yes I know my life is sad. I have to be a third wheel to a couple who have never heard of the term of public indecency.
“Cassidy you coming to the Darcy’s party on Friday? Its going to be sick,” Bryson acknowledges me. Wow so I’m not invisible. You can actually see me? Miraculous!
Allow me to fill you in. The Darcy brothers are the most popular boys in school. Everyone possibly kneels before them which makes sense why most of the students at Brookville High would kill in order to get invited to that party.
“Hard pass," I decline.
Now you might wonder why oh why would I pass the opportunity to go to the most talked about party.
Its simple.
A-I am Cassidy Blake and due to my social awkwardness I will not be caught dead at that party.
B- Besides my personal vendettas... nowhere in the history of Brookville High has there ever been a virgin who return from the Darcy party still a virgin.
C-Another counter fact is the Darcy brothers themselves. They get a kick out of watching nerds (such as myself) being humiliated.
Henceforth you shall never see Cassidy Blake at a Darcy party or any other party which involves Neanderthals for that matter as long as I shall live.
“Told you she wouldn’t come,” Lyssa says popping her gum.
“Come on Cass it would be fun,” Bryson tries to convince me.
‘Yeah, right fun for you. Its easy being on the other side of the social hierarchy,’ I scoff to myself.
“I already have plans,” I lie. “ Right like practicing your dark magic Miss Crescent Witch,” they both start laughing.$
🦋”You bewitch me.”$
“ That’s impossible as it would seem that I am at your mercy my Lord,”🦋 This voice-
It sounds exactly like mine but how? I don’t ever remember having a conversation with someone like that.
It doesn’t make any sense to me so I shrug it off. Bryson and Lyssa was to busy gazing into each other’s eyes to notice I was gone off to the depths of my mind. I just cant wait till this day comes to an end.
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A Strange Case Of Dè Jà Vu
Não FicçãoCassidy Blake seems like your average high school girl. Secretly she experiences dreams (the feeling of dè jà vu). Being the insecure girl that she is she pushes the feelings aside. Little did she know that she was having little glances at her life...
