Girl next door || Inso's Law

Chapter 1

Next thing she knew, she was in the middle of a classroom.

Her breathing became erratic, because what the fuck was going on?

Her gaze darted from left to right, taking in as much information as possible- well, as much as she could get past her racing mind and thumping heart-beat.

Next to her was some girl with purple hair, but she couldn't see her face because her gaze was elsewhere. At the far end of the room were some unnaturally good-looking guys, impossibly perfect with unique hair colours. So familiar yet so unfamiliar. The other seats were filled with bits and bobs and those not significant enough to take note of.

Her mouth was dry, and there were sounds of people talking a language she swore she never learnt, yet she understood. It felt like the world was closing in on her. Hands sweaty, thoughts racing, she felt like she was drowning in a sea of questions, with no answers in sight.

Would anyone understand how alien she felt at that moment?

She stood up, rather abruptly, and walked outside the classroom. Whether people stared at her or not wasn't her priority. It was a school with classrooms, that much was laid bare; so obviously there would be a bathroom close by. She walked along the unfamiliar corridor, scared at what she'd see if she looked out the window. She didn't know what she'd do if what she saw was different from what she knew.

But what did she even know? She couldn't remember what was the last thing that happened, her memory was foggy and she had a splitting headache.

What seemed like hours, though only a couple of steps, was a bathroom sign. She didn't think she'd ever be so relieved to inhale the scent of hand sanitizers and antibacterial, relieved by something finally familiar.

But the reflection in the mirror wasn't her.

Or it was- but she didn't remember.

A hazel coloured, shoulder length wolf-cut, with toasted chocolate eyes.

I guess this is me.

She didn't have many qualms about her appearance, she didn't have any expectations anyways. To put things on a scale she would be your average pretty girl, but not some national beauty.

The more she thought about it, the more it didn't make sense.

What was her name again?

Who was she?

What was she doing?

And why were there some unrealistically good-looking people in her classroom? It was one thing to see a handsome guy on the street, but it couldn't be a coincidence to see four of them, next to each other and they were friends, and they each had weird hair colours..

She tried to grasp at answers, but they fell through her fingers like mist, drifting away, like trying to remember a dream.

Dream.... That's right- a dream.

Haha, when was the last time she had such a realistic lucid dream?

That explains her weird memory, unfamiliar surroundings, and strange people.

She'd figure it out as she goes.

With a light-heart, she skipped all the way back to the classroom, leaving her shame and regrets in the process.

There was nothing to worry about, she'll focus on having as much fun as possible.

She was free from all responsibility or any repercussions from her actions.

Once she got into the same classroom as before, she slammed open the door. Her chest was light of any previous anxiety, and it felt like she could do anything, despite the ringing in her head.