She's Here Again

Beautifully Played Violin

I find myself waking up inside a classroom. It seems I fell asleep and it was already sunset. I have to go home as quickly as I can since I've got something planned at home. After lifting my head up from the desk, that was when I heard her playing the usual song she would play. I would always wake up in the same desk, same classroom and the same room as her. She was playing the violin. It was in fact beautifully played that I woke up faster than usual just to listen to her. After she finished, I was just about to clap my hands but I find myself under the bedsheets. It seems like I was dreaming. I was dreaming of her again. She played it so beautifully that I fell in love with her. Not even getting a glimpse of her face, nor getting to know her personality, I've fallen in love. Deeply. As I stared into the ceiling thinking about her, my sister came in rushing into my room and telling me to wake up. I just realized I had school today. I immediately got out of bed and eventually forgot about the whole thing.
As I were waiting for the bus to go to school, I remembered that I was dreaming about her. I was so focused on her playing that I didn't even notice what classroom we were in. What if I stood up while she was playing? My dream would always end whenever she's finished. What if I left her inside the classroom, not even showing interest in her playing? These What-If thoughts filled my mind the whole time I was going to school. I would always do the same thing. Sleep, dream, wake up inside a classroom, listen to her playing and not even being to control myself;I clap my hands and wake up. That is all. I couldn't control myself and speak. I couldn't control myself and stand. She's made me addicted to her playing like she's brainwashed me.
I finally arrived at school after what felt like ages. Of course, I went inside and went to the classroom. There, was my bestfriend, Basil Adams, sitting on his desk and chatting with a few friends or so. He eventually noticed me and greeted me. Really loudly. "Gre! Good morning! How was your sleep? We played until midnight last night, sorry about that!" He ran towards me and gave me a buddy-slap thingy on the back. I never told him about my dreams. He would make fun of me for it, and I am not here for that. "I slept like a baby. Felt nice." I answered him as I rub my back. "Glad to hear! Wouldn't want Mrs. Clarke to get mad at me! Oh, nothing's going on between us, mind you!" He chuckled as he joked around. He looked like a squirrel dancing. He looked dumb, but I'm here for it. He always makes my days even on seemingly depressing situations. But at that moment, a girl walked past us with gorgeous brown hair and beautiful green eyes. We both stared at her in silence as she sat on her seat. "Ohoho? Do I sense.. something?-" He startled me and I ended up giving him a kick to zip it. What if she heard? That'll be bad news.. I don't even know her and I've never spoken to her. It's not like I like her. Her appearance is the absolute spitting image of the girl from my dream. But then again, girls have the same haircut that I can't even tell which one is this or that. The teacher came in, furiously. He was in a bad mood so we immediately sat on our seats in silence. He is known as 'lion' as he likes to yell alot.
Nothing interesting happened during the day, but at the end of the classes, the girl went up to me. I didn't know what to do, so I just looked up at her as she stood in front of my desk. "Hey, um. Have we met before? I'd always feel like we know eachother. But, I am not sure." She finally spoke. This surprised me but really, I never met anyone else in the past but my bestfriend. So, of course I would have no idea who she was. "I don't think so. I've never really met anyone in the past, but I do have a feeling we've met eachother. Not sure when." What if.. she was the girl I was dreaming about?! That's just easy. "What's your name? I am known as Mary Jane." Surprised by her choice of words, I answered her question. "Greg Clarke. Haven't met you before." And surprise, surprise. We actually haven't met before. That's just me being overly obsessed with finding her. The girl from my dreams. "Oh, I haven't met you too. Sorry for the misunderstanding!" She then ran off. She didn't even say goodbye to me. But, I wouldn't blame her. I would also be embarrassed and end up running away after a situation like that.