1. Dream

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You must find me soon...

What are you talking about?

Before they come...

Who are 'they'?
More importantly, who are you?

You need to find me...them...ga..ther...

Find what?! You're not telling me anything important!

Hurry...
HURRY!

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"OI!"

I jolted up straight in my seat, shocked by the sudden noise that snapped me out of my daydream. At least, that's what I want to assume.

That dream again... It's confusing amd annoying me so much!

BANG! A hand smacked my desk and an angry voice followed, "YAH! ANGE FLEUR! ARE YOU LISTENING?! I'VE BEEN CALLING FOR YOUR ATTENTION FOR THE PAST 3 MINUTES!"

I looked up to see, Solèil , my best friend, wearing an unamused and furious looking face. She was infuriated.

"Uhhh...Good morning?" I gave her a sheepish and guilty smile while looking around just to see that most of our classmates are staring and judging us.

Oh my gosh, this is embarrassing.

"Shhh! Lower down your voice! They're looking at us!" I whisper-shouted at Solèil. Grabbing her wrist and pulling her to sit down on the seat beside me.

"Who cares if they're looking? Why do they even want to stare in the first place? Tsk. They should mind their own business." She sassily responded while glaring at the remaining few who were gossiping and glancing at us.

"Well I CARE. Hmph. Now what did you want to talk to me about that you would get mad over?" I curiously questioned her. What's so important and urgent that she had to slam her hand on my desk and worst of all ,yell?

"I wanted to talk to you about-"

RIIIIIIIIINNNNGGGGGGGG!!!

Before Solèil could even finish what she desperately wanted to tell me, the bell for first period rang. Which means the teacher is seconds away from entering the classroom and everyone has to hurry back to their seats before the teacher comes in.

I looked over to my right to see Solèil looking even more furious than she was before. She looked like she was about to tear anybody, who ticked her off, open.

Oh goodness gracious.

Solèil went back to her seat which was at the front of the class near the entrance of the class door. While purposely hitting the shoulder of anyone who walked past her and not caring as she is too angry to do so.

Typical Solèil.

I quietly took out the necessary materials for the first lesson. Doodling random drawings and writing random poems, while also thinking about what I should eat during recess.

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