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Chapter 7: When people ship couples they're meant to be together.

5sos concert picture to the side (read A/N at end)

Its currently Period 2 and I'm in Social studies. Ive never been interested in Social studies but i somehow managed to get Excellence in all my Assignments and pass all my exams.

There are a few areas that i was glued to like the Ancient times or the Greek and Romans. I found the Greeks amazing and i also happened to love Greek Mythology. We're still working on World war and this lesson we're watching a documentary about the atomic bombs dropped on Hiroshima and Nagusaki, Japan.

I had ready done some research on the bombs, don't ask why. I guess i was just bored and stumbled upon the bombs. So this documentary was just putting me to sleep. No offence to the creators or the people who died due to this war. I actually did enjoy learning something new, I'm just not in the mood for watching anything but then again I'm not in the mood for writing or doing work.

"I hope everyone's writing notes down" I hear our teachers voice travel throughout the class room.

"Ugh" I bang my head on the desk silently. Don't you hate it when you have to watch some video or something in class and your teacher says "Make sure to write down some notes" or "You better be listening since ill be asking questions shortly or when we're down"

I grab my pen and start writing about stuff i already know.

America is at war with Japan.

Bombs are dropped on Hiroshima and Nagusaki.

Man named one of the aircrafts after his mother 'Enola Gay' i forgot what the guys name or role was so yeah.

The bomb caused Radiation poisoning.

Im really tired at the moment and want to go home. I quickly cross that out when i realize what I've written.

I guess thats enough. I look at the clock and its only been 20 minutes into the lesson, Ugh. I rest my head on my folded hands on top of the desk and fall into a nice but uncomfortable sleep due to the wooden desk.

I look around and find myself running through a field, barefoot wearing a pink dress that reaches above my knees. I look at my hair and it doesn't look exactly like mine but the color is the same apart from the length. I hear footsteps and a strong pair of hands being wrapped around my waist. I wriggle out of their hold and find a guy my age behind me. Lightly laughing while little bits of his hair falls over his forehead. He looks familiar but for some reason i cant remember much. What the fuck is going on.

"I got you" He speaks. Um okay. I take a few steps back and start jogging i don't know where I'm going but who cares I'm running. If this is suppose to be a scene for a movie or something romantic then I'm sorry its not cause I'm scared shitless. My hair looks different, better actually. It has bits of glitter around the waves at the end of my hair and my skin is smoother.

I trip on a piece of wet grass and luckily my hands reach forward and protect my face from crashing on to the ground. I can hear my erratic breathing. I need to do more exercise. I turn over and lay on my back listening to my uneven breaths with my eyes closed.

I feel someones hands push the hair away from my forehead and leave a gentle kiss where the hair was blocking. My breaths become even and i suddenly feel comfortable in this persons arms. This is very weird. Its me or at least i think. I could be in someone else's body but i look like myself. Well just a few features are heightened and better. The guy seems familiar but i cant pin point how i know him, he could be someone close or someone i just met but all i know is that most things are slightly changed. So who knows this guy could be my neighbor or a student from school.