Deja Vu

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I slam my locker closed and rested my head on it, I heard someone chuckle and I turned my head. 

His brown hair softly fell across his face. His eyes locked with mine, he grew a little smile but I stood there with my jaw dropped in shock and fear. 

Suddenly dream and reality morphed together, what was real and what was my imagination? It was complete Déjà vu.


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