Here, Part Two of My Matrix Experience
Please read and review. if you're looking for disclaimers I see no need to put them in. look at someone else's work for them! I'm not sure what I had in mind when I started this, so it doesn't really fit into a timeline.
"Michele!"
She opened her eyes, and was back in the library.
"Did I fall asleep again?" She asked softly.
"What are you dreaming about?" He asked, crouching to look at her levelly.
"Nothing. Don't worry. Has the bell gone yet?"
"No. you still have five minutes before class starts."
She looked around. The library was empty except for her and Alex. "Uh, thanks for waking me up. I might try to actually do some work now."
"Feel free to. The assignment is due in next Friday, remember."
She smiled. "How can I forget with teachers like you reminding me every five minutes?" She teased, opening a Shakespeare text book.
He hesitated before moving on. "Are you okay, Michele?" He asked, not wanting to seem intrusive.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"You're falling asleep most classes, and always look like you're still half asleep. I just want to know if there's anything I can do to help."
"I'm fine." She saw the disbelieving look, and added, "honest."
"Alright. Don't be late to class."
He walked out, and as soon as the library door shut, she sagged back into the chair.
She opened a notebook that was hidden under a pile of textbooks.
It happened again.
I had the dream that the Agents were chasing me.
She frowned. How did I know they were called Agents? she wondered, frowning.
I don't know why I'm having these dreams. or what they could mean.
She shut the notebook as the bell went and sighed.
"So just to remind you all, the assignment is due in next Friday! Marks will be deducted every day if it is late!"
The bell rang, and the class filed out.
Alex gathered his books, and walked to the door, when something caught his eye.
He frowned and walked over to a desk, picking up a notebook that appeared almost full.
It went against his nature to open it, but there was no name on the front.
He was surprised when the writing looked like that of an eight year old.
I had the strangst dream last nigt
I was older and sitting at a compter then people came for me.
He flipped to the end of the notebook, and gasped in surprise at the now-recognizable hand writing.
It happened again.
I had the dream that the Agents were chasing me.
He shut the notebook, and made a mental note to speak to Michele as soon as possible.
"Amy?" Michele called, putting her books down on her desk. "Are you in?"
Her roommate was usually at her desk, working by the time Michele came in from her last class.
She went to her friend's room and knocked on the door. "Amy?" She pushed the door open to reveal her friend at her desk with headphones on.
Amy looked up quickly, and grinned. "Hey Michele."
"Hey Amy. What are you working on now?"
Amy offered Michele a carrot stick. "I have to write a story on modern technology and it's repercussions on today's society."
"Sounds interesting." Michele commented, taking a stick. "Give me a copy when you're finished, right?"
"Sure thing."
"Here, give me the CD."
Amy passed it over, and Michele walked out, and put it in the CD player she'd installed as soon as she'd moved in.
"I keep telling you that you can use this even if I'm not here." She called into the other room.
"I know. I'm just scared of breaking it, that's all."
"Fair enough." Michele replied, smiling.
She grabbed a Coke from their tiny fridge, and pulled the ring back. "I've gotta go. I'll be back in later, okay?"
She pulled out her textbooks and grabbed her wallet.
"Yeh, sure. Talk to you later."
Michele walked out toward the lecture's lounge.
There you are, some more for you to read. review, please! Also, if you like Star Trek you can check out some of my other works.
Please read and review. if you're looking for disclaimers I see no need to put them in. look at someone else's work for them! I'm not sure what I had in mind when I started this, so it doesn't really fit into a timeline.
"Michele!"
She opened her eyes, and was back in the library.
"Did I fall asleep again?" She asked softly.
"What are you dreaming about?" He asked, crouching to look at her levelly.
"Nothing. Don't worry. Has the bell gone yet?"
"No. you still have five minutes before class starts."
She looked around. The library was empty except for her and Alex. "Uh, thanks for waking me up. I might try to actually do some work now."
"Feel free to. The assignment is due in next Friday, remember."
She smiled. "How can I forget with teachers like you reminding me every five minutes?" She teased, opening a Shakespeare text book.
He hesitated before moving on. "Are you okay, Michele?" He asked, not wanting to seem intrusive.
"What do you mean?" She asked.
"You're falling asleep most classes, and always look like you're still half asleep. I just want to know if there's anything I can do to help."
"I'm fine." She saw the disbelieving look, and added, "honest."
"Alright. Don't be late to class."
He walked out, and as soon as the library door shut, she sagged back into the chair.
She opened a notebook that was hidden under a pile of textbooks.
It happened again.
I had the dream that the Agents were chasing me.
She frowned. How did I know they were called Agents? she wondered, frowning.
I don't know why I'm having these dreams. or what they could mean.
She shut the notebook as the bell went and sighed.
"So just to remind you all, the assignment is due in next Friday! Marks will be deducted every day if it is late!"
The bell rang, and the class filed out.
Alex gathered his books, and walked to the door, when something caught his eye.
He frowned and walked over to a desk, picking up a notebook that appeared almost full.
It went against his nature to open it, but there was no name on the front.
He was surprised when the writing looked like that of an eight year old.
I had the strangst dream last nigt
I was older and sitting at a compter then people came for me.
He flipped to the end of the notebook, and gasped in surprise at the now-recognizable hand writing.
It happened again.
I had the dream that the Agents were chasing me.
He shut the notebook, and made a mental note to speak to Michele as soon as possible.
"Amy?" Michele called, putting her books down on her desk. "Are you in?"
Her roommate was usually at her desk, working by the time Michele came in from her last class.
She went to her friend's room and knocked on the door. "Amy?" She pushed the door open to reveal her friend at her desk with headphones on.
Amy looked up quickly, and grinned. "Hey Michele."
"Hey Amy. What are you working on now?"
Amy offered Michele a carrot stick. "I have to write a story on modern technology and it's repercussions on today's society."
"Sounds interesting." Michele commented, taking a stick. "Give me a copy when you're finished, right?"
"Sure thing."
"Here, give me the CD."
Amy passed it over, and Michele walked out, and put it in the CD player she'd installed as soon as she'd moved in.
"I keep telling you that you can use this even if I'm not here." She called into the other room.
"I know. I'm just scared of breaking it, that's all."
"Fair enough." Michele replied, smiling.
She grabbed a Coke from their tiny fridge, and pulled the ring back. "I've gotta go. I'll be back in later, okay?"
She pulled out her textbooks and grabbed her wallet.
"Yeh, sure. Talk to you later."
Michele walked out toward the lecture's lounge.
There you are, some more for you to read. review, please! Also, if you like Star Trek you can check out some of my other works.