“We should go now, and get there early to see about the seating arrangements” I tell Callista2, referring to Dream Study. “Yeah, I agree” She responds. I stand up from the couch and head over to the door, not bothering to turn off the television. I look back as I reach the front door, and see that she is still staring at the screen. “You coming?” I yell back to her. “Yeah...” She almost whispers, her voice trailing off. I shrug and lean my back against the door. “Do you think this feed is a recording?” She asks, her gaze not wavering from the screen. “I don’t know. I’ve only seen a couple people in the hallway.” I respond, pacing around the room patiently. She props her head on her hand and keeps staring at the screen. “We should really get to class, I don’t want to be late” I say, making my way to the door again. “Wait.” She says. “Look” I turn around and see her pointing her finger at the screen. There is a man with short black hair walking throughout the hallway on the screen. “What about him?” I ask her. She just keeps staring at the screen, analyzing every move he makes. He stops and checks his watch before continuing down the hallway. “Now we can keep watching to see if he does the same thing tomorrow, so we know if the video is looping.” She replies, standing up proudly. “Oh, smart” I reply, genuinely impressed with her way of thinking. “Thanks” She says, skipping over to me with a huge smile on her face. I smile back at her while I open the door, and she follows me to Dream Study. “Do you think we should send a message to The Guild regarding the vents?” She inquires on the way to the class. I hesitate before I answer, because I honestly don’t know if that’s a good idea. On the one hand, The Guild could respond with a simple answer, but on the other, they could send Overseers to take us to The Room. “It’s up to you” I say, shrugging. I feels her glance at me, but I keep looking straight ahead. She just stares at the side of my face as we walk, and eventually we both slow to a stop in the middle of a hallway. I turn to look at her and she immediately looks away, brushing the hair from her face showing the blue streak. I check my watch and see that it is now 7:50, almost time for class. Looking back down at Callista2, I see her looking at me in-between her bangs, with a slight smile. I didn’t realize just how amazing she looked until just now. I snap myself out of her trance quickly, and turn my head to the side, in the direction we were walking. “How did you get blue hair?” I ask her. “I don’t know, I just know that I have it” She giggles. I look back down, and her expression hasn’t changed. I reach out and rub her arm, and slowly urge her to start walking again. She resists at first, but eventually gives in, knowing we do need to get to class. We walk quickly but awkwardly to Dream Study, and when we arrive we both approach Katie. The class is almost all here, and apparently you start working as soon as you arrive, because everyone is looking at their laptop screens. “Hi, this is my friend Callista2, she just transferred from The Bottom and I was wondering if she could be seated somewhere near me” I say to the instructor. Katie looks at Callista2, and then back at me. “Well I would have to move some people around but...Sure, anything to accommodate a new student” Katie says, smiling warmly and standing up from behind her desk. “Thank you” Callista2 says, also smiling. “Oh it’s my pleasure” Katie responds, making her way to the back of the room. I look at Callista2 and she’s smiling. We follow Katie toward the back of the room, and she tells the guy that was sitting next to me to move to the front row. He quietly obeys without disturbing any other students and takes a seat in the front. “Here ya go” Katie says, smiling warmly again. Callista2 nods her head before taking a seat in front of the laptop. I take the seat next to her as Katie teaches Callista2 the basics of Dream Study.
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The Dreamer Trilogy: Book One
Teen FictionRoger lives a pretty normal life in the facility. No one really knows exactly what to call it, neither do they know why they're there. Everyone in the building, just like Roger, has been there for as long was they can remember. There is no escaping...