12-12-17 The Little Red Pumps

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I had multiple small dreams last night but this one stuck out the most. It was a new school year with new students and new class. It felt and looked more like a college than a high school, but it wasn't.

We had our classes, science, math, etc. it was my math class where most of the "action" happened.

You know how every school has that "it" couple? Well ours did to, only we didn't know who they were. Notes, posters, all of their declarations of love happened around the school and no one knew who put them there. But the students had a plan to find out.

They set a camera up at one of the usual places they'd write, it had to be on the floor or they'd see it.
It recorded everything, the boy coming in the room in his black trainers and then later, the girl in a set of little red high heeled shoes.

After the video was played for everyone in school to see, everyone was in an uproar and the owners of the shoes were pressed to come forward.
The trainers were recognized by all.

They belonged to Andrew Ash (last name pending), a football player with a heart of gold. He stood about 5'9 with a slim, but toned frame. Though smaller than the other players he was stronger than he looked and could out-run and out-kick anyone on or off the team. A couple kids called him Bolt, after the Olympic runner, due to his speed and African lineage.

He explained how he wrote something on the board once after school and, when he returned, there was a response. He hadn't expected anyone to respond nor did he expect to fall for this mysterious stranger. Even he had no clue who she was or who she could be.

The owner of the trainers was out, but who wore the red heels? No one could figure it out. Shouldn't those have stood out? Why did no one know who wore the red heels in a school of ugg boots and black flats? The answer was simple. The girl was invisible.

I knew who she was, I knew wore the red heels. I knew because it was me. I never came forward though.

Rumors and speculation rolled around the school like a plague. I overheard that the woman in red heels was actually Mr. Evans, the math teacher. Obviously not because his feet were much too big.

I wanted to know what would happen next but my mom woke me up for school.

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