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There was a certain peace in dying; a sweetness that washed her soul and with it a promise of something beyond. Her life seemed like a far off memory drifting in a sea of endless dreams. There were so many dreams she had never seen come to pass. Like shattered glass they sunk to the bottom, lost, forgotten, irreparable. She missed out on so much, there was so much she had given up on just to end up here, old, alone, and dying. She had been so bitter, so angry. She hated the world for what it had done to her but now, she realized that it wasn't the world that had wronged her, it was herself. She had given up. She had let the pain get her down.

If only...

If only she could do it all over again. If only she could start from the begriming, to change it, to bring to her some joy, some life. If she could start over...she would do it right. She would be nicer, more hopeful, less bitter. She would do it the way it should have been done the first time. She would make some thing of herself, make friends, be someone people cared about.

If only...

Her vision began to blur, the lights of the room seemed to get brighter and started swirling around her. The lights grew brighter and brighter until they began to bore into her mind a striking pain filling her mind. Her head felt like it was about to crack open and then...she heard a voice.

"Sasha! Sasha! Are you okay?" That voice, did she know it? Who was that? "Sasha?"

Her head, it hurt so much. She brought a hand up to hold it and the pain slowly began to fade away until she was looking up at a face. Did she know this person? Of coarse yes! It was Mrs. Wright, her chemistry teacher. She sat on the floor of the classroom, a cacophony of eyes staring at her.

"Ouch...what happened?" She asked, her voice...it was so young. Of coarse it was, she was fifteen. Why was that so surprising?

"You have an foolish lab partner who doesn't know how to follow instructions." Mrs. Wright told her as her eyes shifted to the boy sitting next to her on the floor. He looked equally confused, apparently whatever happened to her, happened to him as well. "If you feel well enough I'll have Mr. Jenkins take you two down to the nurses office. Those chemicals can cause problems if not handled correctly."

Mrs. Wright motioned to another student who moved to help her up. She felt pretty weak at the knees and he ended up having to carry her. Luckily he was a football player, and she was really light.

The light still hurt her eyes. Even once she was dropped off in the nurses office.

"It's so bright in here." She muttered to herself. What a great way to star off her first day in a new school; going to the nurses office. With a sigh she looked over at her lab partner. "You need to be more careful next time."

"You're vision screwed up from it?" She had no idea that what happened to her had happened to him. She assumed he was talking about his eyes. Sasha moved her hands ot her head and began rubbing her temples. "I have a headache too. I feel like my head's been split open." With a sigh she leaned back on the wall as the nurse came in with headache pills in hand.

"You both need to take two," She handed both of them a full glass of water. "Lay down for a bit if you need to, I'll let your teachers know."

Sasha took the pills and glass gingerly, looking over at the boy. "Sorry if I was rude, that just really hurt."

Now she just had to put things together, there was something...odd. Memories she didn't remember earlier. She remembered being old, dying.. was it just a freakish dream caused by the chemicals or was it something else? "It's gotta just be the chemicals." She muttered to herself.

Sasha looked at the strange boy doign workouts. That couldn't be good for him after what had just occured. It had to be annoying trying to workout with a headache. She shook her head and layed down on the bed, placing an arm over her eyes to protect them from the light. The light only made her head hurt more. What a way to spend her birthday, in a nurses office with a strange guy who has almost blown them up in chem class. It was no wonder he didn't have a partner when she first came in.

Oiy, what was wrong with her? Why was she thinking such mean things? She'd never been this mean before. Maybe it was the headache, or perhaps the freakish dream she'd had from the chemicals. Either way she was in a terrible mood.

"I suppose," She responded vaguely to him, "but doesn't that hurt?"

She just wanted to fall asleep, her mind was trying to process all of the things that were suddenly floating around in her mind. There was a bitter old woman who seemed to be seeping into her brain and making her think mean things. But she wasn't a bitter old woman, she was a young woman and a skilled Gymnist, destined to be the Olympian her parents had always wanted...yeah, her parents wanted. She just wanted to sing, to become popular, a star. she wanted to learn dance and how to play some kind of instrument. But her parent thought Music was a waiste of a girl's precious time. They said there was no future in music...what annoying parents.

"Grr, there I go again." She popped up from the bed and held her head. "What the heck is wrong with me?"

Sasha raised a brow at Jeran as he disappeared out the window, "He'd make a good gymnast." She said to herself.

Now alone in the room Sasha forced herself out of bed and began making her way out the door and through the loud obnoxious halls. She had just barely come to this school, a month into the first semester and she was currently invisible. People pushed past her like she wasn't even there. She didn't have a single friend or even a love interest.

She stopped mid-stride as her attention was caught by a bulletin board on the wall. With a few ducks and dodges she managed to get to the board with no incidents. There were club sign ups. Show choir and even the Cheerleading team was recruiting. Surely her parents wouldn't object to Cheerleading, it was very gymnastic. Without a though she picked up the pen dangling from the board and signed her name...

...right on the Show Choir auditions.

Why did she just do that? Her parents would be furious if she auditioned for a Choir group. But something inside her told her to just do it, to not be so scared. She bit her lip slightly and similarly signed the cheerleading audition sheet. She could do both, they were on different days so...her parents couldn't object too badly, right?

She sighed, noting the audition dates and time before turning to leave.

...and bumping right into someone.

Jerans training lesson took awhile for the newbies but after awhile they got the hang of things. He stretched his arms again with a sigh. He thoughts wandered back to that girl from the school. "Wonder if she's alright...she was kinda cute." He said to himself as he just remembered he forgot his bag back in the class room. He swore to himself and raced back to school. He came through the entrance and rounded the corner to see Sasha there. "Oh heya."

Parkour=Moving from point A to point B in the quickest and fastest way possible.

Sasha giggled sweetly, her cheeks turning a faint red from a girlish embarassment. "Sure, Ein. I'd love to be friends with you." It was odd ot be asked that so bluntly, but at the same time, oddly refreshing. Besides, he was cute, how could she resist. "Um do you take the subway home? If you do, maybe we could ride together, if we're going the same direction."

It was about that time that Jeran rounded the corner. At his apearance she smile, "Oh, Jeran, hi. Did you forget something? You did kind of leave in a hurry." Now that she got a good look at him, Jeran was kinda cute too. How could there be so many cute boys in one school? She inwardly shrugged, not that it mattered, she didn't have time for boys...well, at least that's what her parents told her on a regular basis.