The Moment Right Before Night

I open the doors of my new school and walk to my locker. I hate this island, I hate my dad and how he made me move back out here, I hate my mom for leaving me for some random athlete, I hate this cold weather, I hate I can't sleep because of my dreams, and I hate myself for hating my life. At least my dad has a big house. I walk into class and the teacher tells me to sit anywhere. I look around the class to find a place to put down my things and I nearly drop everything I'm holding when I see who's in my class. How? What? They were the two boys I keep seeing in my dreams. This doesn't make sense. They're supposed to not be real. I find a seat near a window and I keep looking at the white haired boy and the ashy brown haired boy sitting behind me and on the other side of the room. This is impossible.