Chapter 3

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"Auch!" i exclaim as i rub my head. There was that dream again. The one i've been having for weeks, except... this time it was different. It felt like there was someone else there with me but i could not see them, just feel their presence. I think the incident from yesterday really disturbed me. But i can't un... "Breakfast is ready! Stop sleeping!" ...derstand why. Yeah. You know it is really september 1^st when your mom yells after you to get your ass out of bed so you can go to school, and not be late on your first day. Senior year. A complete terror. On my way to the prison they call highschool i couldn't stop thinking about that stupid dream and why it has changed all of a sudden. Was it just pure coincidence that it happened after that guy, Aaron, visited me? And if it wasn't... how was all this connected? I had a bad feeling about today, but i hoped it was just a regular first day of school bad feeling. "Have a nice first day honey!" my mom told me after she stopped the car in front of my highschool. "Thanks mom!" i said as i got out of the car. And there it was. Bear Valley Highschool. The most prestigious school in the entire state. All future great minds and all famous kids have studied here since it was build in the 1900's. The main reason i go here is because my ancestors built it, and my family has owned it ever since. They all went here and they all became someone. Now it's my turn, they all expect me to follow in their footsteps, but the thing is... i don't belive i'm fit for it. I don't feel like this is where i belong or what i am supposed to do. Oh dear God! I need to stop right now. What the hell am i thinking? It's like i actually belive that crazy pants from yesterday. Snap out of it! You are going to do exactly what you've been preparing for your entire life. You are going to finish this highschool, you are going to get into Harvard, and then you are going to take over the family business, get married to a whealty and hot man and have kids, who will go through the same boring process that you went through. Piece of cake right? "Good morning class!". Finally! Our history teacher, Miss Chase, who is a sweetheart by the way, came in and saved me from my stupid thoughts. "Now, i want everybody to take your seats please! Thank you! And now i want you to meet you new classmate, Aaron Levesque. I hope you will all make him feel comfortable! Please Aaron, come in!". It couldn't have been. It was just a coincidence. It couldn't have been the creepy dude from yesterday. I couldn't be this unlucky. This new guy is going to come throught that door and it won't be crazy pants. There he comes... oh s**t! I am f*****g screwed! "Welcome Aaron! Please take a seat! There is a free spot right there next to Miss Boudreaux." miss Chase said. I watched as Aaron walked in my direction. Why is he doing that? Well maybe because the seat next to you is the only one not take, you deaf bimbo! "Issabelle i trust that you will share your textbook with Aaron, and after class escort him to the library so he can procure his own! Now..." miss Chase turned to the board but i interrupted her. "Miss Chase?" "Yes Issabell?" she said without facing me. "Couldn't someone else escort Aaron to the library? I have something to do after this class and..." "It will only take you a few minutes Issabelle. I'm sure you can spear that and give your new collegue a warm welcome." "But..." "No buts. We are done talking. Now children, turn to page 14 and..." I turned to the psycho next to me and gave him a death stare. I couldn't belive that i had to endure him for an entire hour, and then give him a tour of our highschool. "You keep your mouth shut and everyone will be happy. You understand?" i told him. "Yes ma'am!" he said smiling at me and then he focused his attention to the lesson. This is going to be a long year!
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