A moment of love, a dream, a laugh, a kiss, a cry

"Come on, let's move it!" My teacher said to us.

We were on a boring hike.

Who picks a day to go hiking the steepest dirt trail I've ever seen while it's raining?

My teacher does, that's who. My teacher, Tifa Lockheart was an adrenaline fan, well more like a freak. She always dragged us on hikes like this in school. I wasn't complaining about getting out of my classes for doing this instead. Not like I needed my classes credits anyways. I always made up for my stupid classes. I did the best in them and my teachers just didn't understand, I was convinced that they thought that I cheated on every test I've ever gotten. But no, they're just teachers who judge out of appearance. Just because I wore red and black and wore black eyeliner all the time didn't mean I was a bad student. How rude of them to think that way.

Did I mention that we were going up hill in the middle of the freaking forest? It was freezing cold, and parts of the trail were so narrow, steep, and far off of the ground. I wasn't afraid of heights. That was not my problem. The problem was this whole entire get up to have a nice hike in the area.

As if.

We drove for 2 hours, the rain was so hard that people kept looking beghind them as if someone had just hit them. And my class was obviously not prepared because before I knew it, someone who was at the top of the hill that was pointed towards the sky (We're going against gravity, dude)...well anyways, where was I? Oh yeah, I was screaming.

"Oh, sorry..." Someone called from the top of the hill. But they didn't say it like they actually meant it. I mean, their camera just hit me full force on the head and I didn't like it. It was more like, thrown at me, rather than have dropped out of someone's hand.

I heard people giggle around me and I glared at each and every one of them. You would think that it was no big deal, but this happened to me every day. I was sick of them getting their kicks from trying to hurt or humiliate me hardcore.

If you ever end up in a class and you just know that everyone at the school hates you, please transfer to somewhere else. My school was so stupid that the kids in my school don't even defend others when they're mocked or something. I always look at them and mind my own business. But I still get picked on. What are we in grade school or something? For gods sake, I know that I'm only a sophmore at this damned school but do you think people bother to help me when I get pushed around? No.

When it was my turn to climb up the steepest and narrowest dirt hill, that I gave ever encountered, somone who was in front of me had the nerve to start hiking up fast, making me follow like a fool, and stop. I ran into them and lost my balance.

"Oh, look at Kairi!" This blond girl with wavy long hair pointed at the struggeling me laughing nasaly. How disgusting. She was a stupid idiot that I had to cope up with every day. She laughed at me every day and her laugh was so annoying .

I want to glue a mirror into the bottom of her pool so she drowns looking at herself all the time. She was stuck up. No need to say that she was a cheerleader, you would figure it out yourself, right?

"What the hell?" I whisper at the narrow track of dirt. I knew what was about to happenI started falling backwards, they heard their laughs, until I was falling from the narrow trail and starting to roll and bump down he side of the hill.

My body was falling down the side of the hill like a doll falling down the stairs. It wasn't pretty at all.

I remeber my last words that I yelled to all of them before falling.

Those lovely words that I've said so many times...

"YOU FUCKING BITCH!!!"

I keep tumbeling down the hill until I hit the bottom of it.

When I did however. I fell against a tree, I was looking like I was sitting beneath it. My head hurt, my body was sore and all I could think about was the delight on my face when I would see the Karma bus run over all of them.

I felt a warm liquid sliding down my skin. I run over it with my left hand and bring it up to my face.

Blood.

"Are you okay?" A voice said to me. A honey blonde girl stood before me stretching her hand towards me.

"Do I look like I'm fucking okay? Would a 'okay' person be bleeding from their head. What do you think?" I say sarcastically and swat her hand away.

"She doesn't want to be helped, Namine, her loss." I heard someone else say. I looked up to see a chcolaty haired boy say. He wore ripped jeans and a black hooded sweatshirt was pulled over his skinny body. He turned around and the back of his sweatshirt said "Sora" in blood red cursive letters.

"But-But she needs help!" The girl, Namine-I guess- protested pulling him back.

He tuned back around to raise his right pierced eyebrow at her. He looked down at me and looked back at the blond who was ready to hold a temper tantrum before him. He sighed, bending down to me, "You're head is bleeding." He said quietly.

"No shit." I laugh sarcasticly.

He gave me a 'whatever' look and turned back to the girl.

"Okay, I guess she does.." He said to her sighing running his hand through his spiky hair that sprung right back in to place.

I started to see a bunch of pretty colors before me and everything blurred. I believe I fell ove sideways and layed in the dirt combined with leaves and whay not.

Everything went black and I closed my eyes praying that I was dying.

Nope.

I wasn't dead.

I woke up in a white room. What? How did they get me back to school? I couldn't have been passed out for more than 15 minutes!

"Kairi! Oh, god, you woke up!" My teacher Miss. Lockheart burst into the room.

"For how long was I out?" I ask confused.

Tifa sighed putting her hair back in place. "Uhhm, about 3.5 hours?"

What? I thought for a minute, "Wait, where are those 2 kids who were with me."

"Kairi, what're you talking about?" She said to me like I was crazy.

"There were 2 kids, a boy and a girl, they were next to me and they were trying to help me." I say to her calmly. I was sure that they were there.

"Kairi, I saw you fall, I ran right towards you. There was no one there."

"But there was!" I protest at her.

"No, there was no one. It's normal to have visions when you have a near death experience." She siad patting my head.

She was wrong.

I knew someone had to have been there....