Dreaming Reality

Chapter 2

Author's Note: So here is chapter two to Dreaming Reality. I hope you like it and the next chapter will be a lot better because you will learn more and more will happen. Hope you like it :)

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Chapter 2

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Reagan’s eyebrows met her hairline at what she heard. Those were not the words she was expecting Noël to say, not by a long shot. Did she just hear her correctly? Did Noël say what she thought she said?

“Brother?” Reagan glanced down at the drawing that was pinched between her fingers one more time, trying to connect the dots. Then she looked back up at Noël, astonishment written all over her face.

“Yeah, my twin brother, Zaiden. The picture looks exactly like him from the back. Not to mention the tattoo,” Noël explained with a pointed look at the paper in Reagan’s hand. “He has that design on his arm, in that same spot. The drawing has an uncanny resemblance to him.”

Reagan was too shocked for words. If the figure she had been drawing was in fact this girl’s brother, why was she drawing him? Why was she dreaming about him? This whole time she thought that she was just drawing of a person who was the product of her imagination. Was it possible that all along she had been dreaming of and drawing a real person?

Reagan was still trying to process that possibly as the bell for the next class rang, pulling her out of her thoughts. She had to get moving or else she would be late.

She quickly packed the rest of the fallen papers into her binder, and moved out of the way, as classmates sped past her, trying to get to their classes.

“We can get to the bottom of this later,” Noël stated, standing to her feet, “We have to get to our next class, and I still don’t know where I’m supposed to be going.” Noël skimmed over her schedule once more, looking where she was supposed to be on the time table. “Where is Mrs. Fletcher’s class?” She looked up from the paper with a questioning look at Reagan.

Reagan quickly pushed all thought to the back of her mind and answered Noël’s question. “It’s back down that way, right around the corner. You can’t miss it.” She gestured back the way the girls had just come, where the hall branched off to the right. The students were starting to trickle down from their former stampede.

“Okay, gotcha. Too bad we didn’t get to compare schedules, but I’m sure I will see you again soon,” Noël expressed to Reagan, with a smile, as she walked backwards a few steps in the direction she was told.

“Of course,” Reagan responded, returning Noël’s smile, then continued on to her next class that she was surely now late for.

Reagan tried not to think about what Noël had said to her for the rest of her morning classes. She knew that if she let her mind wander, even just for a second, she would zone out and miss whatever lecture the teachers were giving. There had to be some reasonable explanation for me dreaming about Noël’s brother, she kept telling herself, there just has to be.

Reagan didn’t see Noël again until lunch. She was making her normal route at the back of the cluster of students that were racing to get to the cafeteria first, when Noël popped up beside her.

“Hey, stranger,” Noël announced; with the addition of that smile that was ever present on her face, stretching from ear to ear.

“Hey,” Reagan responded as she tucked her hair behind her ear and returned the grin.