I open my eyes.
Just where am I? Oh right... School... I swear I was just watching a girl leave the school!/
I bring my head up and look around. People are talking. Some sitting, some standing. The teacher doesn't seem to mind. That's not right... Unless...
No. It can't be.
I must of been dreaming.
Even though it seemed real, I had to be dreaming. I mean, some girl who I don't even remember being in the school showing up... That's the sign of a dream!
I put my head back down on the table into my arms again. I just want to sleep some more....
Yes, sleep would be nice. I am really tired for some reason.
How much sleep did I get last night...
I think hard trying to remember.
?!
I can't...
I don't remember...
Any of today!
All I remember is me waking up in the classroom.
I hear someone say, "I don't really understand the last period class."
I look up.
That girl..
Is the girl from my dream!
I only recognize her from my dream. No where else. Maybe I saw her in the halls and then dreamed about her? No. I don't remember anything from today, and I think I would have to remember what happened today to dream about her.
I want to get up and ask her questions. To see if she is the same as in my dream. No matter how hard I try, I can't seem to bring myself to go up to her.
Finally I get up and walk toward her. I put my hands on her shoulders and say, "Have we met before?"
"Uh... Eh? I... I don't think so?" she says that makes it seem what happened before this was a dream. To find out if what happened before this was a dream or not, I decide to ask her, "Are you really really good at playing the violin? When did you turn your paper in for your top three choices? Was number one violin? Would you leave this school if you didn't get in violin? Are.." I have a million more questions in my mind, but I stop there.
"Maybe that was too many questions," I say.
"Uh... I... I am good at playing the violin. Um... I turned in my paper soon after you, my number one was.. violin. Uh.. Um... I don't think I would leave the school if I didn't get into violin. I could always try again next year," she says.
I let out a sigh of relief and then say, "Huh? Anyways when did you get here?"
"What do you mean?" she asks.
"You weren't here before this...  I haven't seen you around," I say.
A girl with long flowing black-looking hair named Angelica[is this spelled right?] who I don't really like as she is sometimes nice, sometimes mean said, "She was introduced yesterday morning. She just moved here and then got sick. Well it seems you weren't there," she says the last sentence in a mean, mocking voice.
"I.. I.. Umm.. I! Wait..." I am at a loss for words.
"See! You can't even come up with a reason for why you weren't l in homeroom!" She says in a mocking voice again.
"Well at least I went to the teacher after! The teacher didn't mark me absent!" I say.
"Well you failed to attend class!" Said Angelica with a comeback.
"What about this morning?" I say.
"I.. I wasn't in home... No wait... I wasn't in homeroom. I came late," the girl with brown hair says in a shy voice like before.
"See? She wasn't in homeroom today!" I say to Angelica.
"Well..." She stops and I realize she is at a loss for words.
"At a loss for words?" I mock her.
"Don't fight," says the shy new girl.
"What?" Angelica and I say in illusion.
"Jinx! Owe me a coke!" We say in illusion.
"Jinx! Owe me a coke!" Angelica says before I have the chance to speak.
"Wha?" I say.
"Now buy me a coke!" She says in a slightly angry voice.
"I'm sure there are more important things than that!" I say to her.
"What's your name," I ask the shy new girl.
"It's.. It's... Faith," the girl says.
"Like, do you mean I should have Faith in you or something like that?" I ask.
Angelica interrupts by saying, "You still owe me a coke!"
"No... My name is Faith."
"Ok, that makes sense," I say.
"Huh? Were you talking to me or that other girl?" Faith asks.
"I have a name! It's Angelica!" Angelica says.
"I was talking to you, not the other girl," I reply to Faith.
"Ok, I wasn't sure if you were talking to me or the other girl." Faith says.
"Stop calling me the other girl!" Says Angelica.
"Anyways," I say," My name is Summers, Kaitlyn.
"Nice to meet... Nice to meet you Summers-San," says Faith.
"Kaitlyn is fine," I say.
"Ok, Summers-San," she says.
"Please, just call me Kaitlyn," I insist.
"Ok, Sum-Kaitlyn," she says.
"What about me? Are you going to ignore me?" Says Angelica.
"Do you have an interest for violin?" Asks Faith.
"Yeah, this year will be my first year doing it if I get in," I say.
"I know," she says.
"Wha? How do you know?" I ask.
"I found out who picked violin as one of their choices so I could find out if I was likely to be in violin or not," she says.
"What about when it was turned in?" I asked.
"I looked through the papers. It says the time the paper was turned in," she says.
"Oh right," I say.
Then Mrs. Westbrook told us to line up to go to the auditorium.
"Everyone line up so I can take a count!" She said.
We all lined up, some reluctantly.
"Kaitlyn. You know when you asked me if we had met and you asked me all those questions?" She says.
"Yeah? What about it?" I say.
The other girl comes up to us and says, "Hey, watcha talking about?"
"Your... Your not in this conversation, other girl," says Faith.
"As I was saying, why did you ask me those questions?" She asked.
"Well... I met someone similar-" I get interrupted by the other girl coming over and saying, "Hey! Why don't you talk to me Faith? Talk to me and not that weird girl other there," I can tell she is saying I am the weird girl.
"I have... I have no interest! Umm... No interest in talking to you! Other girl... Go away!" Says Faith.
Once the other girl has gone away, I continue, "I met someone similar to you in a dream. In the dream it was today. Some of the conversations were the same in the dream compared to real life. In the dream, the person similar to you was so crazy about violin that she quit school when she didn't get in."
"Hmmm... That's weird. I wonder if... If we've met before in another life..." She says.
"You believe in reincarnation or whatever it is called?" I ask.
"Yeah, I do," she says.
"Anyways," I say as we are approaching the auditorium, "I hope you get into violin."
"You too," she replies.
Everyone goes into the auditorium and takes a seat with their homeroom.
A teacher starts saying what classes we will be in for last period.
All I think is how much I hope to be in violin.
I barely hear when the teacher starts calling the people in violin.
What brings me back to my senses is when I hear the teacher say my name.
Yes! I'm in violin!
Before I realize it, Faith is calling my name.
"Kaitlyn! Kaitlyn!" She says.
"She deserves to be left there. Let's go," I hear the other girl say.
"Shut up... Other girl," I say.
"Wait what?! Your calling me that too?!" She says and then speed-walks off.
"Kaitlyn, we were all dismissed. You can pack up," she says.
"Senpai..." I say.
"Huh? We are in the same grade, I'm not your senpai!" She says.
"Uh? I just said that out loud! Oops... Well I'll see you tomorrow Faith," I say as I run out of the auditorium.
That felt weird... Why did I say senpai... I must of been thinking of my crush, he is my upperclassman after all.
While packing up, I realize I wasn't paying attention to the names of the other people in violin.
I guess I could ask him his name... But stalking to find out his name sounds funner. Although finding out is name is one of the things I don't want to find out by stalking. It's too risky. I don't want anyone to find out about my stalking, especially not my crush!
On the bus, people are talking about what class they are in for last period.
Someone says, "Didn't Kaitlyn say she would try to be more social? Why don't we ask her what she's in for last period."
"Yeah right. Best idea ever. Of course she's doing the weird books one," says Sarah.
"No! I'm not!" I say.
"There isn't even class during last period for those weird books you read. So of course your not in that one. You probably talked to the principle to be in the one where you read books but instead you would read those weird books," she says.
"Your wrong," I say in a slightly annoyed voice.
She either doesn't notice this or she ignores my change in voice as she says, "Everyone knows it's true. Your just making your middle school life h e double hockey sticks reading those books," she says.
"H e double hockey sticks? Oh I get it," I say.
"You trying to change the subject? That's not going to work," says Sarah.
"I wasn't trying to change the subject, I was confused for a minute," I say.
"Yeah right, your such a good liar," she says.
I can't think of anything to say. I know I have to act fast. Say the first thing that comes to mind.
"I'm surprised your life isn't h e double hockey sticks," I say.
"Huh? What the hell does h e double hockey sticks mean?" She asks.
Wow.
I quickly make my way to a seat farther up on the bus while Sarah seems to be in confusion.
I guess I didn't get to tell people what class I'm in for last period... And I couldn't tell my crush, he wasn't on the bus today! It's the second time I'm on the bus in the afternoon this year, and my crush isn't on the bus? It's going to be really rare for me to be on the bus in the afternoon!
Wait. I shock hits me. I was supposed to be a car rider today! Mom is probably going to wonder where I am... I'll call her once I get home, I guess.
I hope my crush is on the bus tomorrow...
Wait.
What would be even better is if he saw me with the people doing violin and didn't know I was doing it! He would be surprised! At least I hope so...
So all I can do is wait for to tomorrow and hope for the best!
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AN: So it totally NOT my fault that it took so long for this chapter to come. Totally not my fault.
Always, I plan on continuing this one, working on my story called Futuristic "Utopia."
Yeah so bye...
Also don't forget to look forward future chapters of this story and Futuristic "Utopia"!