Tomorrow: the first day of summer school. It was a terrible way to spend my summer, and to top it off, I was taking math, possibly the most tedious subject of all. Six weeks of gruesome studying flashed through my mind, and my head began to feel woozy. In nine hours I will be sitting in a classroom with thirty other nerds, who apparently enjoy cramming a year-round class into six weeks. Hypothetically, that makes me a nerd as well. I sighed and drifted off to sleep, wondering how the day will turn out tomorrow.
As I slept, I dreamed of going to soccer practice after math class. Today, for some odd reason, the team became co-ed, and the boys and the girls ran together for warm-up. Afterwards, the coach ordered us to find a partner of the opposite sex, and I, a complete loner, ambled towards a complete stranger. The guy had a dark tan, and he hovered over me due to his height. When I asked him if he wanted to be my partner, he smiled and agreed. Although we had to do push-ups and painful sit-ups together, his face lit up every time he glanced at me. I could almost feel his joy emanating from his soul; he was just that happy.
Oddly enough, I didn't find it strange; rather, it made my heart melt. We didn't say anything during the entire workout, but we seemed to understand each other clearly. If someone saw into my dream, they would've probably thought it was similar to a silent film.
When I woke up, I felt almost glad to go to class. As I dressed and did my daily routine, I wondered if the dream could be a premonition. Just the thought of the boy made me dizzy, and I thought I was going to have a stroke.
I decided to dismiss my reverie for now because I didn't want it to disturb me at my first day of math class. After a blur of events, my mom dropped me off at my school, and I nervously walked to the classroom.
The moment I entered, all the students were too busy conversing with their friends, and luckily, also too busy to notice my entrance. In the midst of the disordered classroom, however, I found a pair of eyes staring at me strangely.
At that moment, my knees felt weak and jelly-like, and I had to hold onto the wall for reassurance. I almost stopped breathing as I stared back at those brown eyes, but was forced to look away as my heart thumped against my rib cage wildly, and I thought my head was going to explode.
Then with sudden courage, I glanced back at his eyes. I knew that it was him, the boy in my dream, but this time, I smiled at him. My face lit up, and I realized that he was the one for me.