DEJAVU

Chapter one

I slowly settle down on the couch as I ponder about what I'm experiencing. Nobody's listening either, which sucks.
First, I'm having weird dreams, but now they're actually happening? What the hell?! Though, maybe if I can force myself to think about people not making fun of me, then maybe that'll come true! That'll be cool, and maybe this wouldn't be such a bad thing.
I could maybe think about that cute guy who actually talked to me! Wasn't his name...er...ah yes! Michael! How could I have mixed his name up for a second? Anyways, I wish he'd notice me more though. I've had a crush on him for years and I just wish I could tell him how I feel. But I know what'll happen. I'll get made fun of and bullied more than ever. And more than likely he's straight; I saw him eyeing that girl in the hall. Maybe they're related? I might never know.
Strange things have been happening around town, other than my dream thing. People have been seeming to be more agrresive, but as long as my sweet Michael is okay, I'll be okay too. Everyone's also been becoming more isolated to one another, but when it comes to my life full of ignorance, bullying, and loneliness, it's easy to get used to it.
  I noticed that my vision is starting to fade from me. In a moment of desperation, I shot up from the couch and start stumbling my way to my room, where it's safe. I try to grasp on to the doorknob, but my hands feel like overly-buttered noodles and everything seems to be fading more. As soon as I open the door I quickly get inside, close the door, and lock it. I hear my phone vibrating as it's gaining notifications, but I have no time. I bolt to my bed and collapse onto it; it seems so cozy and warm as I shuffle underneath the covers to get cozy. I feel around for my favorite pillow as I drape a cold sheet over my body. When I found it, I let my head softly relax on top of the pillow as my harsh reality finally fades away from me for the day.

  Lights flash around as I enter the dream world. It kinda hurts after a while, but it won't last long.
  After waiting for a while and watching these flashing lights, images start to appear slowly; it looks like my room. I don't understand. why? I'm confused. I sit up in my bed; it seems a bit blurry, so I wipe my eyes to make my vision as clear as the fact that the world is shit. My phone vibrates in the corner of my room. I debate about getting up, but settle on checking on it. I slowly and silently exit my bed and tip toe to the corner, where stands a small desk covered in books. I lift my phone towards me as I press the home button, and my jaw drops open as I read the most recent notification. I keep rereading it and each time it fills me with more and more joy. Someone texted me saying that Michael will confess to me today at school. It's an unknown number, but still! Those are the words I've always wanted to hear! Thought, how can I be certain?
  I hear my alarm going off, and I wake up instantly, excited today and nervous. I can't tell if I should be scared, or happy? I hope that the message I got in my dream is going to become true! Does Michael like me?