The Untold story Of Freddy (Updating)

The dream

Morning came and my alarm was sounding, ringing beside my ear. I desperately shut the alarm off but I can't, so I sat on the bed. It's already 9:00, I'm late. My mind suddenly wakes up and energy suddenly rushes up to my nerves. Then, I suddenly became a tornado that hurls around my room.

At the school

I rushed to the hallway until I reached my first class, Mathematics. I knocked on the door and as I open it, everyone was looking at me, I cleared my throat

"Good morning, Sir"

He placed his hands on the desk and nod at me

"Sit down, you're late"

As I walk towards my desk, I saw an empty desk behind me. It's Bernard's. It's quite odd because he's never been absent in our whole 10th year, and I've never been late in my year. Like ever.

As the subject ends, everyone started running and proceeding to their next class, while I desperately try to make my way in the hallway. I smiled at Margo

"Hey what's up?"

She closed her locker

"Haven't you heard?"
"Of what?"
"About what happened to Bernard!"

Then all of a sudden, my smile became a frown. I place my hands in my pocket

"Tell me about it"
"He was hit by a truck last night, his parents told me that he was on his way home and suddenly, a truck hit him out of nowhere"

A truck? Last night? But... I was dreaming that I was the one who were hit by the truck, not Margo, not Bernard... but me. It can't be

"What time was he rushed into the hospital?"
"His parents told me that it was around 21:30"

The time! It was already 21:30 when I had that dream. But if Bernard was the one who had the accident... then why am I the one who dreamt about it?

As the school bell rings, Margo quickly took her books, making her arms a bit shakey from the weight. I placed my hand on her shoulder

"Let me help you"

But she just smiled, a forced ones. Then turned around and enter her next class, Science. I stood there, confused.

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