I woke up suddenly from my dream.

Was it a dream? It sure didn't seem like a dream, it seemed like there was more than that...

My head started getting its usual morning headache as I threw the covers off of myself and stood up.

I did my morning stretches that normally help my headache go away. I felt the muscles in my lower back pull, which usually indicates that I should stop, so I did. Afterwards, I felt a lot better and headed towards the kitchen where I could already smell my mom making waffles.

"Waffles?" I asked, hoping my guess was correct.

"Yes it is!" My mom replied, happy to make me happy.

"Yay!" I said excited. I love Mom's waffles. I walked over to the fridge and got myself a glass of orange juice and sat down at the table.

I heard her footsteps coming closer and my mouth began to water.

"Breakfast is served," she said as she placed a plate of waffles in front of me.

With my fork in one hand and my knife in the other, I dug into my wonderful breakfast.

I love waffles... I thought.

"Thanks so much for the waffles!" I said to Mom.

"You are so very welcome. Have a great day at school, Jen."

I gave her a hug and placed my empty plate in the sink. Then, I went to my room to get ready for my day.

***

"Hello everyone! It's time to introduce our new student," Mr. Page said.

I was sitting in my desk wondering who the new student was going to be. I turned around and looked behind me.

"Marisol Jennings, can you please come up here?" Mr. Page asked. I heard a ruffling of chairs behind me. She was a tall black girl who had great posture. Her black curly hair was resting on her shoulders so perfectly and her makeup was put on so precisely. She looked a little familiar... Had I seen her somewhere?

"Marisol, where are you from?"

"I'm from Connecticut," she answered. Her voice made her sound so confident it was almost unreal.

"That's cool. I hope you enjoy your school year and make some friends. You may sit down," Mr. Page said. She walked back to her seat. She was way too familiar; I was almost gawking at her.

She must of caught be staring because next thing I knew, she was waving at me, smiling with her perfect straight teeth.

That's when it hit me. She was the girl in my dream. The girl who's eyes I was seeing out of. The girl who I was. I recall the part of my dream when I look in the mirror, and get ready for my first day of school.

In my dream, I lived out her day. This concept was way too confusing. My thoughts were swirling around my brain like a tornado, until I came to a final conclusion.

I can predict her future.