I sat outside my first hour class, which was Language Arts. I lean against the door and slowly slide down till I'm stitting on the floor. I pull my knees up to my chest, rap my arms around them, and rest my head them. My thoughts began to devoure my conscious. 'OMG!!! What in the goats just happened!!! D-did that seriosly just happen? Maybe it's just a dream right? If I pich myself I'll wake up!... OW!! Not a dream, I repeat not a dream!! OH CRAP WHAT AM I GONNA DO!!!! 💡 I have to avoid him! That's it! He'll give up and stop teaseing me if I ignore him! I'll be Kakashi Sensei, ( FYI He's a ninja from 'Naruto' an anime) and hide in the shadows!! Perfect plan!! I'm so smart!!'
I pick my head up and look and take my phone out of my back pocket. It's 7 school should start in about 40 minutes. I push myself off the ground and enter the class. I sit in my normal seat the one in the back closest to the window. I slide on my head phones and stare at the beautiful blue sky out the window. The big fluffy clouds look like cotton candy. I soon drift off into the dreamland of weirdness.
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My eyes flutter open and I'm no longer in the familiar language arts class room. I'm under a huge cherry blossom tree in a beautiful grassy plains. There was a boy sitting on the side of the tree. "Why did you walk away?" he asked he kept staring at the sky.
"Because I asked you to stop, and you wouldn't listen." I replied turning my head back to the white fluffy clouds.
"But that doesn't mean you should walk away." there was sadness in his tone.
"If I didn't Would you have stopped?" I asked with couriosity. When he didn't answer I went on. "See you would have kept on harrassing me when when I told you to stop."
"Well maybe it didn't want to stop... maybe I wanted to take you right there and then." it sounded more like a statmeny then a question.
"Well what if I didn't want that. You can't force something like that. You know that Sam."
He turned to look at me "Well I'll get what I want you'll see, and when I do, you'll one hundred percent want me too."
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I wipped my head up from my desk, looking around I was now back in the classroom.
Was that all just a dream?
Or was it something else?
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Mystery Girl
RomantizmSamantha Winster, known as the "Mystery girl" "Nerd" or even "Freak" and a lot of others, had always been alone. Her life was dull and boring. She was practically dead inside. Untill one faithful day she met someone she's never seen before. A new...
