Like It Was Yesterday

*****Please keep in mind that I wrote this a few years back as a sophomore in high school. I have since then got better... It's already done and fully written, but I'm posting this in parts because it seriously needs THAT much editing to make it not... so bad. lol :)*****----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

I was running to catch up with her, but couldn’t run fast enough. Even though I felt like I was making progress she seemed to just get farther and farther away. I tried yelling her name and sadly, nothing came out. I turned around for just one second because I heard my best friend call my name and when I turned back around she was gone completely. I stopped and stared ahead at the crowd of people in front of me, but she was nowhere to be found. I stood there staring blankly at the people before me. Where could she have gone?

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I was relieved to hear the sound of my alarm clock waking me up. It was just a dream. It didn’t really happen. I sighed in relief as this realization hit me.

My heart was beating hard and I sat up looking around my room. Why did I keep having these dreams? I never had bad dreams before. Usually they are about me talking to her and her always being there, but lately, I either can’t get to her or she’s with someone else. I couldn’t help but want to start crying.

I got up to get dressed and ready to go to school when I looked over at my bed again. I realized I left my necklace hanging on the wall next to it. I picked it up and looked at it before I put it on. I’d had it since 6th grade and I rarely ever took it off. I just couldn’t imagine not wearing it anymore. It somehow felt like it was a part of me. I needed it.

When I got to school I went to my locker to put my books away. Why our teachers always made us carry these huge books around with us still confused me. I mean, talk about a way to give the students back problems. Anyway, I walked around for a while after that until I ran into some of my friends standing at the end of the hallway by their lockers. I didn’t stop to talk to them like usual though. I guess I didn’t feel like it that day. Besides, I still had to find Ashleigh and tell her about yesterday.

After walking around the school for about 10 minutes the bell rang and it didn’t seem like Ashleigh was even there, I seemed to be having a hard time finding her in the morning these days, so I just went to my first hour, which was Biology. Not exactly the most exciting class and I really wasn’t that good at it. Actually, I was never really good at any science classes. It just wasn’t my subject I guess.

Today we were learning about meiosis, well, at least we were supposed to be. Everyone else was paying attention while I was drawing a picture of the person I like. Something I tend to do pretty much every day… the not paying attention part that is. I guess you could say I always have other things on my mind.

Her name is Iliana, yes she’s a girl, and yes, that means I’m bisexual. What’s more important though, is that she is probably the most perfect person I’ve ever met.

She’s about five foot two inches tall, which is two inches shorter than I am. She has dark brown hair and green eyes. Personality wise, you’ll probably never find anyone quite like her. People say I can be a lot like her, but that’s their opinion. I never noticed. Although, they also said this one girl in my 3rd hour is more like her than me. Probably more like her than anyone else in our class. Her name’s Shay, and in my opinion she is nothing like Iliana. Not even close. They didn’t see the side of her that I did.

As I was sitting there my friend Abbie, who sits next to me, looked over to see what I was doing. I’ve known her since we were in kindergarten. We may have had that rough year back in 5th grade where we didn’t really get a long, but she’s been helping me out a lot lately. Therefore we get a long pretty well now. I mean, she hasn’t just been helping me out with my problems and everything, but she’s pretty much been doing my bio homework for me too… we always had to hope we didn’t get caught though. My mom would kill me for that, and my teacher would fail me.