A/N: This is my first time making a fan fiction but I'm hoping this story would be interesting to you guys.
I never thought I would actually get involved with something big. I guess it all started when I had that dream. It was when I was born and several relatives of my mom came and was talking to each other. My dream wasn't like any of my other dreams though because it was like watching a movie. I saw a person who had the same features as him. I looked around and saw that no one else had the same features as him. Also, no one seems to be paying attention to or who he was as though he was a ghost.
The thing that shocked me the most was that he turned and said," This isn't a dream. This is reality."
Questions sprouted from my head as I stared in disbelief of how he could see me in a dream or how he had appeared in it. Before I got the courage to ask who he was, the person looked at his watch and muttered angrily. Then, he signed in exasperation and looked at me with disappointment. "Well, it seems it's time for you to wake up from this dream of yours."
He snapped his finger and the dream began to break apart. Suddenly out of nowhere, I was falling in darkness. I woke up in a start and realized that I was in my room. I got out of my bed and got ready to go to school. But before I left, my mom told me to have a good day at school as usual. After she gave me my lunch, I left to go to school. Today was February 15 and I hate school. It always gives me a headache because of my (damn you) dyslexia. It's making the words hard to understand because when I try to read something, the words will just mix around. The only thing I was good at was P.E. I was always fast and had quick reflexes.
When I got to school, there was a crowd of people at one spot. I decided to check it out and saw that there was a new student in the school. The guy looked like one of those idols which girls will always fall in love with. He had blue eyes, blond hair, and had a body like a basketball player. Gods, I hate those types of people because they always like to show off and prove they're better than others. It's makes me just want to punch them in the face.
When I managed to get close enough, I heard him say with a Southern accent," Hey can someone help me get to class?"
All the girls said," I'll help you."
When he spotted me, he asked," Can you help me get to class?"
"What room are you looking for?" I asked.
"I'm looking for Room 13b," he replied.
"Well, that's the class I'm going to right now so then follow me."