- I feel like I'm flying. The wind is hitting my face and my hair is all around my face. My arms feels like they were dipped in water; wet, as if they've been passing on clouds the whole day.
Maybe they were. Maybe I am.
Then I felt myself slowly sinking down, falling. I try to fly up--as if my arms would grow feathers or I would suddenly have a flying superpower. But I'm still falling. And my stomach turned and turned, the hairs on the back of my neck are standing, and I sense a feeling of loss.
I'm falling. And no one's gonna catch me.
I just let myself fall, my body twisting and rolling in midair.
Then everything stopped. I opened my eyes, and I never even noticed that I closed them. And then I saw her. And her eyes were sparkling like they were the stars.
I sat up, and looked around. It was nighttime, of course, and it looks like we're in the middle of a park. There's an old and rusty slide, a fragile pair of swings, a see-saw, and a little house. We were alone. And the thought made my heart thump louder.
I look back at her, and she smiles. I couldn't help but feel something in my gut, and my heart starts skipping beats. This is the first time I have ever seen her, yet it feels like we have known each other since forever.
We talked and talked about stuff. Random stuff. From stars, to favorite color, to favorite cartoon character, to what superpower you want to have, to the last thing you ate. She laughs, and I laugh.
Then, I reached out to her and brushed my lips to hers. I retreat back after I realized what I have done. Blushing, I mutter an apology. She stares at me, wide-eyed. But her lips, slowly, form into a shy smile.
The next thing I know is that we hugged, and we kissed again. Her lips were soft, and it tasted like strawberries.
Then I woke up.
I'm sweating as hell. I clumsily stand up and looked at myself in the mirror. Unruly wavy black hair. Light brown eyes. My reflection stared back at me. I took a deep breath and washed my face.
Returning to my bed, I notice the clock. 7:15. Monday. Darn. I'm gonna be late for school. I grab anything from my closet and put it on. I grab my bag, run downstairs, snatch a piece of bread and wave goodbye to my parents.
And hey, somehow I ended up with my only button-up shirt, and I left the first button open since it's too hot. Khaki jeans, and, er, rubber shoes.
I rub the back of my head, messing up my hair more, and arrive at the school gates. Finishing the last piece of my bread, I walk lazily.
Then I felt something's gonna happen. You know that feeling in your gut when you feel that something bad's gonna happen? Yeah, my gut agrees.
The feeling stays as I work myself to the entrance doors. I reach out my hand for the handle. As I open it, I immediately notice the Principal talking to a girl the same age as me. I ignore them, walking up the stairs. But I didn't get away.
The principal called me out, and I groaned. He told me that I would be the one assisting the new girl.
I turn around, glaring at the new girl.
And my eyes widen.
It's the girl.
The one from my dream.