Legend says that some souls are linked across time, connected by fait though no memories remain the souls will come together once again.
Saturday mornig, more like dawn since the sun is bearly visible, i can feel the crispy wind againt my skin, i'm trying to focus on my homework, but i cant stop thinking of him, is it wrong? being slightly atracted to your own teacher? i keep on thinking of his face his features pink lips, dark blue eyes and that hair, his choice of words.... oh stop it Clara. the thing is that i feel like a force, an ivisible force that drags me to him, i feel like something is waiting for me like im missing something, something big.
Monday 9 am
Its raining this morning, it hasnt rained in such a long time, rain makes the days seem sad to most people, but to me they seem calming as if rain could wash away my thoughts, like some bizzare magic.
10:02 am
Writting class, it is a very interesting yet boring , the bad thing is that profesor hunstkoff has a very deep voice and he speaks extreamy slow.
"Clara" wispers Tate
Tate is one of those friends you only talk to in class and in very rare times outside of them.
"what"
"have you done the paper yet?"
"well yes obviously, they gave it to us two weeks ago"
"i know Smith, the thing is can i copy it? or inspire mine on yours?"
"if you come over tonight i can help you write it but im not letting you copy it, youll turn stupid if you dont do your own things"
"got it clever head"
As i walked around campus to diferent clases i kept on seeing professor williams, almost on every corner, with an curious yet confused expression.
could he be having those dreams? oh snap out of this rubish
my phone rang. it was tate
"Clara, i was thinking since you're helping me out in writting, maybe we could all get together for dinner at my place, with angie, jack, and some of my friends. sorf of like an early christmas celebration, are you up for it?"
"yes! yeah i would love to, is this weekend okay?"
"yeah, well see you tonight 7 at your dorm, by the way you really need to get your own place"
"Tate, i need to get a job first"
6:23
"Angie! could you please get your clothes off the floor? tate is coming over"
"right, yeah will do in a moment"
"Have you seen my writting reference books?"
"no, i dont think so you never unpacked them, you can look for it in your old boxes"
"ok"
Old boxes right, under my bed. there where in fact 3 boxes, but one of them wasnt mine
"Angie! there is an old wooden box here, is it yours?"
"no! never had a wooden box"
I opened it to see if it had anything important inside
it cant be
There wasa picture, a picture of me. But it couldnt be me... this picture is in black and white, and i dont remember putting on an old gown, but it is my neckacle.
I took the picture and but it in my sweater, and kept on looking for the book.
"Clara tate is here! ill be out with jack tonight, dont wait up."
"i never do"
"Hey clever head"
"Hello Tate, lets get down to work shall we?
well guys if you are in fact reading thank you! i've uploaded a picture of clara's necklace, i really hope you're liking the story and if you do pleae comment if you would like for me to continue it(:
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