The girl that smells like Moonlight

Rose(2)

I wake with a start, my heart pounding. I had a dream about a beautiful woman with long dark hair. As I lay there trying to remember the dream, I wonder if it was real or just a figment of my imagination. Could it have really happened, or was it just a scene from a movie? The more I think about it, the more I'm convinced I must have been reading too many books before bed again. As I try to shake off the lingering feeling of the dream, I can't help but wonder about the significance of the woman's presence in my subconscious. Was she a symbol of something deeper, or was she merely a random figment of my imagination? The image of her face lingered in my thoughts throughout the day, leaving me with a sense of intrigue and curiosity. Perhaps there was a message hidden within the dream, waiting to be unraveled. It all seemed so real, but I guess most dreams do.

Then I grab my book bag, and my phone off my desk, and rush outside to wait on the bus. I get to school, and I head straight to first period, because my bus was late again for like the fifth time this week. As soon as I sit at my desk, the door to the classroom is violently flung open. I grip my chair to keep from falling out of it. A boy walks into the classroom. He has jet black hair with layered bangs that cover half his face. The tips of his bangs are dyed electric blue. They shadow his stunning lunar blue eyes. His eyes remind me of something. What do they remind me of? He is wearing a black T-shirt, a black leather jacket, and baggy black jeans with lots of pockets on them. He has black combat boots that match his jacket. He is pale, which reminds me of something, but what? The teacher announces, "So you must be the new student I've heard so much about? Everyone, please welcome our new addition, Mister Nicholas Sayomi.". The boy's stern eyes scan the room and stop on me. As soon as our eyes meet, a giddy smile crosses his whole face, like his personality is instantly changed. He prances excitedly over to me. Wait, what did I do? He leans over on my desk, and quietly to me, "You must be Rose? Yes, you must be. You can call me Usagi. Only you can". He smiles at me, then stands up straight, throwing his arms up, and giddily announces loudly, "EVERYBODY CAN CALL ME NICK!". Why did he tell me to call him by a different name? Then he sits next to me and gives me a friendly smile. This day has started out pretty weird. Hopefully nothing else too weird happens today.After the teacher's introduction of Nicholas Sayomi, or rather Nick, whatever his name was, the class continued as usual. The Usagi boy seems to have a magnetic personality that draws people towards him, and soon he is surrounded by a group of curious classmates bombarding him with questions.

As the day goes on, I can't shake off the feeling that there is something mysterious about Usagi. I find myself stealing glances at him throughout the day, trying to unravel the enigma that emanates from him. His eyes hold a depth that hints at hidden secrets, and his easy smiles seems to be hiding something. Good or bad, I'm not sure. Despite the initial weirdness of his arrival, there is an undeniable air of excitement and intrigue that lingers around him. All the students seem just as curious about him as me. As the lunch bell rang, signaling the end of class I couldn't help but wonder what other surprises Nick had in store . Today was definitely turning out to be anything but ordinary.