It's Like Déjà-Vu

Daydreaming in class… Once again. I tried to pay attention but… really it's not like we're learning anything interesting. Just wars over and over again. I hate it. I stared out the window watching the cool autumn breeze knock off the few leaves the trees had left. Suddenly I gazed down at my sketchbook in front of me. Yes, it was Social Studies but really nobody could get her to part with it. There were multiple drawings of roses, mostly a deep blue, and sometimes a crimson red rose lay with it. The roses were not always the main topic in her pictures they just popped up in random places… Ryan always asks me how I manage to squeeze them into every thing that I draw. And honestly I don't even know… Roses weren't even my favourite flower, daisies were, they were plain and simple, like me. Finally. The only noise I pretty much ever hear during school rang into my ears, and I quickly stood up, gathered my things and headed for the door.

"Hey," Ryan beamed, falling into step beside me. "do you think I could copy your notes from social?"

"Wait, what? We had notes?!" I replied franticly pulling out my textbook and opening to a page. You know how I said Social wasn't my favourite subject? The teacher wasn't my favourite either… and well let's just say I wasn't his favourite student.

Ryan chuckled "I'm just joking around, Ib. You can come over and copy mine."

"Oh my goodness thank you so much Ryan." I said letting the air leave my lungs again. "Are you still coming to the gallery with me tomorrow?" I smiled over at him.

"What was going on tomorrow? Oh! That's it, it's your Birthday!" He grinned.

I jabbed him in the ribs and laughed, Ryan was really the only person I would say more to a sentence to in my school. I've never been one to strike up a conversation. But I didn't mind. I met Ryan when he was 11 and I was 10, our parents knew each other so me and my mum started going to their house quite often, and naturally, we became friends.

We stepped out of the doors of school started to walk home.

Once I arrived back home after copying notes from Ryan It was later than anticipated since I was invited to stay for dinner and honestly I was tired. After greeting and leaving my parents I walked into my picture infested room, fell onto my bed and went straight into a deep sleep.

I was running… why was I running? I turned around to see a devilish face behind me with its hands clawing the ground to get to me. The rest of its body seemed to disappear into the frame that was around her waist. I didn't know what it was but I knew I had to run from it. And running closely behind me was a girl about 9 or 10 with a crazed face threatening to cut me open with a palette knife. I quickly entered a room and slammed the door shut behind me. It was like the feel of the room was completely different than the horror of the previous one. I looked around the smaller room and noticed two bookshelves. Noticing certain books I kept on walking. And eventually I walked behind them and crashed into a person also distracted by the various types of literature.

"Sorry Ib." He said and laughed. "Where have you gotten off to?"

I didn't know what to say… I feel like I know him and I do remember him… hardly though… I recognised the warm smile he gave me and his insanely purple hair… where did I know him!? It was tugging at my brain. For gods sake! I thought in frustration.

"Ib, are you alright?" He asked his voice suddenly sounding concerned, and slowly sounding more distant.

And with that I woke up. crawled out of bed and looked at my clock. I hardly remembered the dream I just had. Not particularly worrying about it I stood up and slowly made my way to the bathroom to take a shower.

About an hour later Ryan rang the doorbell repeatedly. I opened the door to see his grinning face.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY!" He screamed, loud enough to wake people across the world up. He basically tackled me. And when he released the bone crushing hug he was giving me the smile hadn't left his face. "Ready to go to the art gallery?!" He asked enthusiastically pointing at the door.

"You're ridiculous." I said rolling my eyes. I said goodbye to my parents and walked out the door, with my best friend beside me.