Another Galaxy

the beginning: chapter one

I don't understand why Mike Moore felt so familiar the moment he stepped into the room.

It was just a normal entrance for a new student in the campus anyway. I mean, aside from the fact that he was really tall that he made Mr. Johnson looked like a dwarf. Aside also from the fact that he had sandy brown hair that looked really soft (I mean, its not that appealing it just looked soft) and blue eyes that could be called as beautiful. Beautiful? Oh god, I sound ridiculous. I mean I'm not attracted to him. He just look like an average guy with an average body but really tall though. I just can't fathom how familiar he felt to me.

It felt as if I saw him somewhere a long time ago.

He can't be my childhood friend. I have a lots of friend back when I was a kid but none of them were boys. He can't be my past classmate or schoolmate too. I was in an all-girl's school when I was in elementary.

None of this all makes sense, and even though it seems to be a small thing, it makes me frustrated for no reason why.

He was seated on the back seat, considering his tall size. I though, was seated on the middle part of the row. If I turn my head on the left, I would see his face, and that the same familiarity I felt towards him will resurface back again. So the whole class, my neck was hard as steel as I focused on the numbers on the blackboard. I don't even understand myself why I'm all making this a big deal. Mike Moore just felt familiar, and I'm all going to figure that out when I ask him probably later. At dismissal.

But my brain, stubborn as hell, are having thoughts swimming with images of my childhood life and scan through my head if the name Mike Moore bell a ring. Nope.

I thought about my freshmen times when I was on the verge of puberty and snotty 12-year old boys are asking me out to be their girlfriend out of peer pressure from their friends.

Nope.

I don't have much interaction with tall boys like him during my past days.

Just nope.

I continued to scan my whole life until this present moment and nothing makes sense.

He was just a stranger and I'm probably a weirdo.

This time I turned my head towards where he was seated and I saw him there, looking so immense in the lessons of Mr. Johnson with his brows furrowed in concentration. He was slightly nibbling the end of his pencil.

Bullshit. He's really familiar. I'm not being a weirdo I'm just being honest.

I could see his eyes shifting towards me, as if he noticed someone looking at him. I didn't move though, and our eyes met.

Our eyes met.

We quickly turned our heads away together at the same time.

Deja vu.

I blinked my eyes and I
saw something.

I could see brown eyes staring down at me.

Odd.

It was merely seconds but the image that popped to my head was so vivid. It was clear that the one having those brown eyes happened to be in the forest because of the lush blurry green leaves in the background. Or was it?

Once again I did a quick scan on my whole life to see if I had ever stumble upon someone with brown eyes in the forest. I came up with nothing.

I have never even went to a forest.

I closed my eyes this time and things got stranger.

In my head, I could see a series of random images. Nothing making sense. I could see fingers tapping the table impatiently. Lips nibbling the end of a paintbrush. Hands holding mine. A smile. Ball flying in the air. Two pairs of feet kicking stones in the beach. A video of a dog with a guy. Blankets drawn together. Birds flying in the air. Flowers. A wedding ring. Gunshots.

I opened my eyes.

Everything doesn't makes sense.

My heart suddenly beat faster than it should be, immediately consumed by panic. Shivers ran up and down my back. All of a sudden, I couldn't still myself so I held the sides of my table. One hand flew to my chest, as if it could calm the raging beat inside.

Somebody poked my shoulder and handed me a piece of paper. Confuse and baffled at the same time,  I turned around and it was my classmate, pointing someone on the left side.

Instead of looking at the left side again, I reached for the note and opened it.

Everybody was unaware that my universe came to a small halt at the words scrawled on the small paper.

Where have you been? -m.m.