So I am now a college student and I have no computer access in the dorm room, stupid dorm. So inorder to post I have to walk all the way to the other side of campus and wait in a huge line for a computer. Stupid school. But anyway enough complaints here's chapter six, when things get wild! Hope you enjoy!

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This wasn't possible.

It couldn't be.

But yet it was.

The boy who was now seated in the chair next to me was the boy. THE boy.

The boy from my dream.

This couldn't be possible, could it?

No it couldn't be, dreams were just chaotic images created in my mind that became stories. Nothing more, just thoughts. They couldn't be real. It wasn't logical.

Then again a girl terrified of water who lives on the beach didn't seem very realistic either. A spiteful voice told me. I injnored it.

The boy turned to look at me and I felt my face turn red as I realized I was staring at him so I quickly turned away to look back at the board where the teacher stood droning on about class procedures and some other stuff. But I wasn't really paying attention. Though I probably should have considering there was most likely to be a quiz over this stuff soon.

But I didn't care. It was stupid. This whole school thing was stupid.

I turned to look out the window. The sky was a beautiful light blue color with soft white clouds on the sky making splotches of color against the light blue. The sea was calm and gently rocking against the shore. A beautiful day. Apsolutly beautiful. As I was watching a sudden and painful twist jumbled my stomach causing nausingating and extreme convusions in my abdonmon. I hised out in pain and grabbed my stomach trying without success to sooth the pain away.

A storm was coming. I could tell.

I could always tell, it was like a sixth sense or something. But for some reason I always knew when a storm, hurricane, or any other horrific natural phnamon that hit us. And a duisy was coming our way.

I turned back and ghasped at the sight I saw. Right before my eyes the scene changed and the sky became dark and cloudy drowning out all light and the sea became rough and stormy with crashing waves and swirling wirlpools. A huricane was here.

I turned around frantictly to the rest of the class to see if they had noticed the scene that was playing out before them, but no one did.

It was as if they were oblivious to everything and just carried on as if an impinding crises was not playing out before them.

I was the only one who could see it. No, wrong. The new boy Derek Wilson, was staring intently at me as if he knew exactly what was going on.

I was still frantictly twisting my head around from the sea to the classroom, trying to understand what was going on around me and if I was indeed crazy like I suspected I was.

During all this Derek was just watching me looking at me with dark green eyes and even darker black shaggy hair; his stair was peircing as if he were trying to read the depts of my soul. It was terrifying yet suprisingly comforting. Like he was trying to calm me down, like he knew exactly what was going on with me.

My breathing calmed and I felt peaceful and relaxed, for once, and everything was calm again. He smiled at me and knodded then returned his gaze to the board where class was going on as normal.

I studied my desk memorizing the marks and indents in the polished wood. I traced the nashed in pencil marks feeling the crevacents and the jaggedness of the random words am letters left here over the years.

I was lost in thought that I didn't realize that someone was taking to me until I felt a sharp slap on my desk.

I jumped and jilted upwards shacking my desk and creating a loud scratching sound.

"Now that you are with us, Ms. Richardson please answer the question." the teachers voice asked.

Crap, what was the question? Crap. Crap. Crap.

'What is the main conflict in Oedipus?' I heard in my head.

I jerked up supriesed, then figured it was just a helpful person, and then carefully answered, "the main conflict is the difference between seeing truly and being blinded by pride."

God I hope that was the question cause of its not I'm about to look like a fool. Ms. Patros stared at me for what felt like hours not responding, then finally she replied, "Correct, but can anyone elaborate on this?"

I heaved a sigh of relief and smiled, that was a close one. I really needed to stop drifting off in class. If I hadn't known the question I would have been dead, no amout of good grades could stop the rath of a teacher on a distracted student in class.

What was wrong with me? I've been drifted off all day. That was so unlike me. I mean yeah, it's a known fact that I do have ADHD but its all undercontrol. Maybe I just needed more sleep, or less fantasy books . Either way I was screwed.

I tuned back into the class and started to listen as ms. Patros began a lecture on Ancient Greek literature and plays. She dronned on and on about the theater and performances put on there. Honestly, it was nothing I had never heard before but I listened intently, determined not to let my mind drift off into space.

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Sorry about the late update, you have no idea how hard it is to write in college. I'm gunna try to make my posts quicker.  

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