I am in Mr. Donnie’s class, sitting near the door while he gives a lecture in the back. I take a picture of Jaylen- accidentally using the flash when I meant to take it candidly, but she doesn’t say anything.
Mr. Donnie’s speech to us graduating seniors concludes, and everyone gives him a big round of applause. I continue snapping pictures, including pictures of a wall full of books the teacher was just giving his speech near, and out the window I gazed from for so many days. Something seems off from what I see out the window when I take this picture, though. The scenery now is of a tree in a fenced-in football-field, with mountains on the horizon. It’s familiar, but not what I used to stare at day and and day out from my seat near this window.
The bell rings, and everyone clears out of the room. “Happy to graduate, Stephanie?” Mr. Donnie asks me.
“Yeah. It was quite a bit to get here. I’m glad it’s over,” I tell him. We say our goodbyes.
I head upstairs, which is an exhausting trip that I almost don’t complete. When I reach the top of the stairs, I go towards the restroom. I nearly go into the boys. “Whoa, don’t want that,” I say out-loud in case anyone saw me. I go into the girls restroom.
When I come out again, I see a boy wiping away tears. He looks like a young Pierce. I want to talk to him, comfort him in some way, but a friend of his take the place before I get the chance.
I go to my locker, then barely make it to Ms. Lishtivitz’s math class just before I’m counted as late. I start taking pictures of the classroom, and out the window. I want to have pictures so I’ll remember, before I walk out those doors for the last time. [End]
Relative to Real Life~
Night of September 3rd, 2012
Real-life characters: Mr. Donnie, Jaylen, Mrs. Lishtivitz, Pierce.
Dream-created characters: Pierce’s friend.
Real-life places: Mr. Donnie’s classroom, stairs, restrooms, locker, Mrs. Lishtivitz class.
Dream-created places: Football field outside of Mr. Donnie’s room.
Different than real-life: I graduated high school a year ago, Pierce was a couple years older than me and I never knew him when he was young.
Reoccurring: No.
Precognitive: No experiences yet.