I'm on the bus again, dreaming the same old dream I've been stuck on since the accident.
Everything starts off the same.
The bus winds through the late afternoon sunlight, jagged cliffs and sparkling sea far below.
Evan's on my right, looking out the window. Mia's on my left, sharing the iPod earphones.
Our favorite Fable song, Déjà Vu, blasts into our ears.
Usually at this point in the dream, Mrs. Blythe starts teaching math on a huge chalkboard at the front of the bus. Which leads to me pulling the glassy seaweed out of Evan's hair, and him vomiting up seawater, and everyone on the bus turning around and Mia whispering to me before I wake up.
Tonight, however, the dream doesn't run its usual course.
Tonight, the dream is different.
Tonight, I'm not dreaming.
I'm remembering.
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