I awoke in a cold sweat, body frozen. Something had scared me, something I was dreaming about. What was it?? I shrugged it off. No sense worrying about it.
Rolling out of bed, I groaned and stretched. New town, new school, new bullshit. My uniform was somewhere in my room, among the boxes that have yet to be unpacked.
It didn't take me long to rummage through and find it, but I had to sit and stare at it for a good while. They OBVIOUSLY don't have modern fashion out here. I had to repress a snicker. What even was this getup. I'm a student, not some Lolita. Shrugging on the garish dress, I decided to leave my hair down. It was too late to do anything with it anyways.
With a deep breath of resolve, I start to walk out the door. I made it about halfway before I realized I had forgotten my bag. If this was an omen of some sort, I'm not having it. Finally ready once more, I head out the door to get to school.
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My Nocturnal Serenade
FantasyDreams are nothing but your subconscious. Something your brain makes up. Or are they?