**Elie’s POV**
Here I go again, drifting into yet another dream about the same captivating boy. Sigh. Why can't I grasp even a fragment of his identity or at least dream of something different? Each night, his stunning face haunts my slumber, and with it, I’ve unwittingly developed a crush that feels both thrilling and perplexing.
"Elie, are you okay?" my mother’s gentle voice pulls me from my thoughts. I’m okay, Mom; I just had another dream. “Would you like me to make you a warm glass of milk with honey?” she offers, her tone filled with warmth. “Sure, Mom, that sounds perfect. Thank you.” I know I need my rest for the big day ahead—my first day of high school.
I can hardly believe it; I’m finally starting high school. This is the moment I've been yearning for, the chance to step into the big, bustling world where all the cool kids hang out. At least, that’s what my brother Mike always tells me.
**The Morning of School...**
As sunlight filters through my curtains, I wake up feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I slip into a beautiful white floral dress that dances just below my knees, paired with white knee-high socks and crisp white sneakers. A soft pink sweater drapes over my shoulders, warming me as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. My hair is neatly tied back in a ponytail, and I’ve chosen just a hint of makeup to enhance my features—just enough to give me a touch of confidence.
“Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! I’m heading to school!” I call out, a nervous flutter in my stomach.
“Okay, bye, honey! Remember to be a leader and not a follower!” they both sshoutedback, their voices filled with encouragement.
You could say that’s like a family motto, echoing in my mind as I make my way to this new chapter of my life.
The first bell rings, and I find my seat in the homeroom, glancing around the classroom, searching for potential friends who might accompany me through the next five years of schooling.
“Hi, my name is Kay. Can I sit next to you?” A luminous blond-haired girl with striking blue eyes catches my attention. She’s wearing black jeans that hug her figure, a vibrant yellow floral sweater, and stylish black high-top boots that add an edge to her look.
“Hi, I’m Elie! You’re more than welcome to sit next to me. How about we become friends for the rest of high school?” I say with a shy laugh, my heart fluttering with hope.
Her cheeks flush a light pink as she replies, “I would love that! I just know we’re going to be the best of friends.” Her enthusiasm brightens my day even more.
The morning classes whiz by, each moment growing more comfortable with Kay by my side, making the transition into high school feel effortless.
As we stroll into the cafeteria, chatting animatedly, my eyes suddenly lock onto him—the boy from my dreams, the one with light brown skin, piercing green eyes, and a faded crescent moon tattooed delicately on his right cheek. My heart races as I take in the sight of him, both excitement and anxiety swirling within me.
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The Boy In Her Dream
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