School went by fast. I didn’t catch anything any of the teachers said, but then I remembered that I didn’t ever pay any attention in class since Justin moved here a couple of weeks ago that and because of the dream. I felt like falling asleep a couple times but I was wide awake in chemistry, even though there was a test today.
The test was on pollination, and I knew almost everything there was to know about pollination. I sped through the test with ease, stopping a couple times to see how Justin was doing, but Justin was always better then than me.
When we were done we sat there in silence because we were apparently the first ones done. I couldn’t think of anything to do. So I took out the sheet of paper that had the two street names from my dream and the letter ‘L’ (fancy)
I studied the piece of paper for awhile, but my thoughts were cut off by a light touch on my shoulder.
“Don’t think about it too much,” he whispered into my ears, “it was probably just a dream,” he saw me tensioned and repeated again, “Don’t worry about it or better yet, just forget about it.”
”I can’t forget about it,” I reasoned. “I can stop thinking about it, but I can’t forget it,” I explained in whispers. I guess I was just trying to make him laugh.
Justin’s eyes knitted together in confusion, “”What’s the differences?
“Forgetting is like brainwashing, you can never think about it ever again. Not thinking about it, is just forgetting something for a temporary moment,” I explained this to Justin and I think he understood my version of ‘forgetting something’.
He chuckled and patted my head, “Good girl! You know your definitions.” He encouraged.
“My mom just says it a lot. Actually, she’s said it so many times I actually memorized her exact words! Wanna hear?” I tried to make him smile.
It worked and while smiling he shook his head, “I think I’ll pass,” without another word, the bell rang as he stood up and headed out the door.
I hurried after him and found him outside the main entrance with my bags. I knew he had my bags. He always did.
“How’d you get out here so fast!” I complained because I knew he would have my bags, but I didn’t except him to meet me halfway. It took me forever to get out of the crowd.
“I’m pretty popular here. Somehow the people here just… let me through,” he grinned, and opened my bag so I could out my binder in.
I kept quiet as we walked home, and Justin usually did too, but today he talked to me about random stuff.
“So…you free Sunday and Monday?” he looked at me with his head tilted to me so his bangs wouldn’t cover his beautiful eyes.
“Ummm…” I thought, “Yeah, I think I am. Why?” I questioned him curiously, turning towards him.
“Oh, no reason. Just keep those days free okay?”
“Sure.” I wondered what was in store for me.
We turned the corner and then walked in silence. After we said our goodbyes, I headed home.
I walked into my quiet room, which was filled with junk. I threw my bag on the ground and sat on the bed. I decided to talk a nap since I felt tired. I set my alarm clock for dinner time, so I wouldn’t be late. I gently laid back and relaxed. Without thinking about anything anymore I closed my eyes and fell into darkness.