Dreams are'nt always sweet

(4) What is real?

At school I tried to forget about the nightmare I had but the words "Łïļîà đøə§ń'ț ëxį§ț." kept being repeated in my head.

I then tried to question myself, "if all dreams have meanings then was my dream all about?"

While thinking, out of nowhere I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
I instantly leaped out of my chair in fear but turns out it was just one of my classmates.

He asks "Uh.. are you okay? Well anyways,
we are have a group project to do and there aren't enough members,
would you like to join?"

I was surprised that someone actually asked me to help them out, but I agreed.

In the group the students didn't talk to me, as expected, which I knew from the very start.
However one did talk to me,
though..
She had pink hair too...
But her hair was long.

We both helped each other in class a bit and got along well.
She was kind to me and we both became real friends.

The next day, while sitting and doing our work I asked her "uhm sorry I haven't asked you this yesterday but...
What is your name?"

To which she chucked and replied
"Oh! thats right, sorry for not mentioning this before,
But I think you already heard it. . ."

"My name is Lilia..."

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