Author's Note: I'm back with this. Sorry it's been a while since I've last updated, but my teachers are loading us up with work the last three weeks of school :-P. Please review!
Disclaimer: I don't even own the chapter plat this time. It belongs to Baby-M-xo (thanks!). We both do not own anything else.
What Is This Feeling?
Chapter 4: I Believe You
By musiclover94 and Baby-M-xo
Recap…"Nice one, Einsteinette," it said icily. Gabriella's spirits sunk, even though she knew that she should not be ashamed of being smart. She didn't have time to look at the talker before Mrs. Winterfield called for attention again. Gabriella sighed and re-learned how to add, that voice still nagging her.
Gabriella looked distractedly out the window. The weather was defiantly changing; the leaves were turning orange and crimson and a crisp, early morning air brushed over her face as she half-listened to the teacher talking about the alphabet and pointing to blown-up figures of the different letters. Gabriella's mind drifted back unknowingly to a second vision she had had the previous sight.
FlashbackGabriella was sitting in the same lonely, bleak room. The same people were there, some with impassive faces, others, like her mother, were positively weeping. But every time she had this dream, something new was added. The time before this, a gloomy pastor dressed in all black had said some words like 'rest in peace' and 'we gather here today'. But she had still not seen the deceased person. This time, she looked over, and again was sitting across from her sobbing dream mother and she saw a mirror right next to her, pointed directly at her. No, wait…Gabriella thought, looking again, but more closely, that's me…but…wait….it cant be me, I'm sitting right here…But indeed she saw herself, maybe a couple years older, looking very subdued and tears glittering in her eyes.
Everyone was getting up. Gabriella's legs walked up on their own accord, catching Gabriella by surprise so that she looked like two small creatures were carrying her rather than her own two legs. They were leading her up to the casket, it was getting closer…She was right beside it now, but some force was pulling her back.
"Gabriella…Gabriella?"
Gabriella awoke with a start as of someone had thrown a bucket of ice cold water on her. She sat up abruptly and looked up to see who had woken her. She saw Mrs. Winterfield's slightly wrinkly face hovering in front of her, looking concerned. She felt a hot wave of annoyance surge through her. If she had only waited a second longer…With a surge of guilt, she felt that she really shouldn't be having these visions or dreams or whatever they were. They were bound to mean nothing good. She saw that she was lying on the floor in a spread-eagled position. She stood up hastily and unstuck her again sweat-drenched shirt. Luckily, none of her classmates were around.
"Gabriella, are you okay?" Mrs. Winterfield asked, still looking deeply concerned and maybe even a little afraid.
Gabriella said, perhaps a bit too quickly, because Mrs. Winterfield looked disbelieving. "Oh, no, I'm fine. Where are the others?" she asked in a forced casual voice, her mind still going through what she had just seen.
"They're outside for recess, but I think you should stay…" she began.
"Oh, no, I'm fine," Gabriella repeated, forcing a smile.
Mrs. Winterfield gave her a worried look again, but let her go.
Gabriella looked around for Taylor, Chad, Ryan, and Sharpay. They were under a tree at the far end of the field along with, unfortunately, Troy. She walked toward them begrudgingly.
"Hey," she said, sitting down in the shade of the magnolia tree where she had met them over the summer.
"Hi Gabriella," they all said.
"Why were you late?" Taylor asked, her nose again in a science book.
"Mrs. Winterfield wanted to ask me something-well, that's not it…" Gabriella said, thinking it best not to lie to her friends. She gave them the details of her dreams and what had just happened.
After she had finished, there was a heavy pause and then Sharpay stood up and said, a bit nervously and also a bit scared, "You're mad." She promptly walked over to the playground with Ryan, who, Gabriella thought, was under contract to follow his twin everywhere.
"Yeah, these dreams don't seem normal," Chad said and took the same path as Sharpay and Ryan took.
"Maybe see a psychologist," Taylor said, closing her book with a clap and following Chad. Gabriella sat there through it all, her moth in a gaping mask. She looked at the trodden-on path toward the equipment, the path her supposed friends had took against her, thinking her mad. This was the last thing she would have expected from them. She could here them from her post under the tree. They were laughing. Gabriella felt her heart sink. But I'm not mad….or am I? She started to panic when she heard a voice so quiet only her acute sense of hearing could detect. It was Troy, who alone had remained, had not joined the others, but still resided under the tree.
"I believe you. I don't think you're mad," he said, looking at his shoes.
Suddenly, all the resentment she had felt toward Troy since she had laid eyes on him vanished. She gave him a small smile and said, "Thanks." Troy blushed slightly.
"Why do you believe me?' she asked after a moment.
"Well, because-because I have dreams like that too," he said, his voice barely over a whisper.
"What?" Gabriella asked incredulously, doing a double-take.
"Except they're about my brother Dylan at his high school, something scribbled on a wall, someone running around with something metal…" He went into a long rambling about it. Gabriella listened looking at her sandals. When he had finished, she looked up.
"When did these dreams start?" she asked.
"When school started. I haven't told anyone except you," he said.
"Same here," Gabriella said.
The bell rang for recess to end. The hastily got up and ran to the door, both deep in thought about what the other had said.
Author's Note: Okay, it ended on a weird note, but all in all, I thought it was one of my better chapters, but you are the judges! Please review. Ideas would be greatly appreciated
Other Stories Note: I'm sorry I haven't updated Everyone Has a Problem I ages, but I'm running really low on ideas. If you have any, please send them to me in a review, PM, or e-mail (). Thanks!