But could reality be like dreams? Lol XD
Like I said I have an ongoing fic. And it's not chaptered. So I guess it would look like a person babbling about herself. You may read this when you've got nothing to do. Or simply when you're bored. Or even when you're in the mood to relax and rest your hands from doing anything. Surprisingly, Arashi is still in it. Although, at this point, no sign of them yet. :) Me, myself, would like to know how the story would go. There's no preparation nor brainstorming that happened before writing this fic. So I'll just go with the flow and may you accept it like an ordinary post from me. Lol XD Thank you! Enjoy reading! Oh and btw, there's no title yet. Really, I just sat one day and started writing it. I don't even know what the story is going to be about. Let's all look out for it. :)

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I slowly opened my eyes.

It wasn't a dream. Or was it?

I relaxed my body a little and felt the softness of the thing beneath my back. I'm in bed. It was a dream after all.

Oh my god. What just happened? Try to remember the dream. Ah, it was a very nice and relaxing feeling. What was it again?

I concentrated hard to recall my dream. All I can remember is a very happy feeling during the whole time that I'm sleeping. What was it about? My mind was blank. I could not remember the dream anymore. After half an hour, I gave up on the matter and checked my clock beside me.

Shit. I'm going to be late.

Why do I have to think of my stupid dream? It was all a dream. It must have been something like me passing an exam. Or me transferring to my old school. I kept thinking about it while on my way to school.

It was just a few days since school started. And I'm hurrying now to take the train which will be leaving in 5 minutes. Oh god, let me get there on time.

This is all my mom's fault. My old school is just a few blocks from our house. But she transferred me to what she calls a prestige school. Which is, by the way, very far from our house. She told me it's best if I can graduate from a well-known school. And I'd get a good job when that happens. But my old school is a good school. I mean, it was once featured on TV. Well, it was because it was rainy then and my old school was the most affected one by the flood. Classes were all suspended. So yea. At least it was still on TV.

I reached my new school on time. I don't know how long I would be like this, but it looks like I should wake up very early everyday. I smiled as I walked down the hall. Outwardly, I am very calm and friendly, but very nervous and irritated on the inside.

Students from this school are all rich and well-known and related to famous people and intelligent and smart and decent and well, you know. The list goes on.

I feel like being in a drama called Hana Yori Dango. Except that there are no bully F4 guys. And bully rich kids. There are rich kids. And I am not a poor girl from a poor family either. OK. If I might write a list about my differences from the girl on that show, it would be like this:

1. I am not poor. But yes, I'm just from an average level.

2. I do not work for my family. Although I'm thinking of working to have extra money.

3. I will not study Law.

4. I don't fight with anyone.

5. I seriously won't fall in love with a rowdy guy.

Slowly, I opened the door to my classroom. The moment I entered, everybody's face turned to me. Why? Do I have stain on my face?

Oh. Shit. I forgot.

6. Everyone likes me.

During the first day, there's this guy, who sits at the back, and he voted me as the class' representative. I first thought it would be ridiculous. Like the class would approve. And shockingly, everyone agreed. For god's sake, I don't want to be in this school. Moreover, be the class' representative!

Ok, I might be overreacting. I haven't met everyone from the class yet. They all look friendly and kind, but still. This is not the environment I'm used to. I shouldn't be here at all.

ANDREA PARKER

Yes. That's my name.

"Andrea Parker."

I said yes, it's me.

"Ms. Andrea Parker."

I looked up. Oh my god. It was the roll call. "Here," I answered. Honestly, I'm not that enthusiastic to go to class. My classmates are all very concentrated and posh at the same time. They have good posture and long attention span, unlike me. My mind always wanders around, going everywhere. OK. I lied. My mind doesn't go around like haywire. It only focuses on one person. Yes. Oh my god. Here it comes again.

There's no time that I don't think of this single person. My dream man. Literally, my dream boy. He's always in my dreams. He'd always be the star and I am his leading lady. But, there's one glitch. I don't know this man. I don't even know if he exists. I might have a good imagination that I even created a person that exists only in my dreams. If only he is real. I'd search for him in the whole world.

At five in the afternoon, I was already waiting in the nearby coffee shop.

"Andy!"

"Lyn." I called back. Lyn is a good friend of mine. In fact, we've been best friends since third grade. She knows all about me.

“How is Ms. President of the class today?”

“Awful. Today was awful.”

“Awful? You mean no one talks to you in class?”

“No. The other way around. Everyone’s talking to me. And I don’t even know their names.”

“Andy! That’s awesome. You’ve been making friends without effort. They’re even the ones approaching you. How could you call that awful?”

Alright. So it doesn’t sound that awful. Unless people start calling you different names they think are cute. I mean, who else would want to be called Darling babe?

“Lyn, they’re all annoying. Someone calls me ‘darling’ while others call me ‘babe’. And wait, there’s more. Someone even called me both. And they’re girls. It creeps me out.”

“Oh gosh! Ands! That’s how posh girls talk to each other. From what year were you born, seriously?”

“1991?”

Lyn sighed and put her arm on my shoulder. Now she’s acting so all-knowing.

“They call themselves ‘honey’, ‘dear’, ‘sweetie’, and like you said ‘darling’ and ‘babe’. It shows how you girls are getting along. You must know that.”

“Oh my god. You know all of them.”

“Of course I do. I hear a lot of them on TV.”

So that’s how it is. Lyn is the biggest TV addict I’ve ever known. I’m pretty sure she’s referring to Gossip Girl or something like that. She believes everything she sees on TV. She checks her horoscope daily, not just from one site on the internet but from various sites. Then she’d remember them all. She also sends me my horoscope for the day and warns me about whatever my horoscope says. From ‘Watch your every step, you might slip.’ to ‘Your dog will be happy today, so you should be too.’ See? I don’t even have a dog. She’s really sweet, but a little weird. She even believes stuff like Love at First Sight and Soulmates. Great. OK. I have to admit that I sometimes look forward to her regular messages about my horoscope when I’m really nervous about my day. And I believe in soulmates too. It’s just that, I have no time to look for my other half. Because I already have my dream guy.

“So you mean you still don’t have friends yet?”

“If you mean friends who join you at the washroom when you have to pee, or friends who say carbs are enemies, or friends who’d go anywhere with you as long as you’re cool, sure I do. But real friends? None.”

“Yet. Come on, you have to make even a single friend in the campus. You know I’m not always there to accompany you.”

“I know. I wish I’m back at our old school. I really miss everything about it. And I miss staying at the school yard with you, talking about unnecessary things and stuff.”

“Don’t be so emotional. I don’t want to cry.”

I smiled at her honesty.

“Seriously though. I miss my life before.”

“I know. I know. But there’d be good things coming for you. You just have to wait.”

Right. So I waited and waited. I’ve been exuding a positive aura all the time, still, nothing good happens to me. I’m already starting to think that Lyn might be wrong. Maybe there is really nothing for me in this world where I am now. I don’t understand the lifestyle of the students here. Weeks had passed and I still haven’t made a real friend to understand me. All this time I’ve been trying to be as approachable as possible, but I really don’t get these people. They’re all troublesome.

What’s more troublesome is this meeting I’ve been told to attend to. I’ve been living difficultly trying to cope up with my studies and with these people, yet I still need to do some extra work for being the leader of the class. This is so unbelievable.

“You don’t know how hard it is for me to get along with my new school. It is very troublesome!”

“Ands! I know how you feel. But you don’t have to shout. We’re inside a café, remember?”

I looked around and saw everyone’s heads turned towards me. I felt my blood rising up to my face.

“So, let me ask you for the last time. Are you coming to the seminar tomorrow?”

Lyn had been asking me about it every now and then. Because I’ve been changing my mind from time to time. It’s true that it won’t hurt coming once. It might be the last meeting I’m going to. But having to think of the time I’d waste while I’m there, I don’t even know how I will endure the boredom there. I had been asking Lyn for advice but she gave up because every time she gives her opinion, I’ll be opposing her suggestion. So she left me the responsibility to decide for myself.

“I might be coming after all.”

“Why’s that?” She sounded like a mother teaching her daughter what’s right and wrong.

“Because I am free on that day and it might be an important meeting. I am going for the sake of my class.”

“That’s right. You are the leader. You should know better.”

“Right.”

Right. Again, I don’t want this! I never dreamed of this. I sat at the waiting section of the lobby, dressed up not too formally and not to casually. Just right. But god. These people beside me are all doing their own things. I should mention that they are all quite good-looking and I’m pretty sure they’ve been picked for their faces and relations with high officials. There’s this girl who’s been on the phone for like forever, giggling every now and then. There’s another one who kept checking her face on her compact every two minutes. A guy seated behind me has been banging my chair ever since he arrived. He had his earphones on and had been air drumming at my back. If only I could snatch his iPod and throw it out the window.

I looked around discreetly. There’s a guy in glasses who should have been looking hot if he doesn’t look too nerdy. He was staring off into space. Another cute one was busily gaming in his DS, his eyes never leaving the screen no matter what. I think he’s pretty much absorbed in the game and I feel like he won’t be able to stop til the meeting starts. The guy beside me had been shifting positions in his seat every 10 seconds. He’s quite an impatient guy. I could smell his strong perfume, I bet he poured the contents of the whole bottle mainly on his shirt.

There are loads of other students coming in, probably younger ones. They all have the impression of rich and decent kids. I looked at myself to check if I give off the same impression, unfortunately, I know I don’t.

There were many faces I barely even see on campus. During the meeting, I kept on fighting my drowsiness. I couldn’t concentrate. For the nth time in my whole life, I had been thinking of my dream guy once again. I stared off dreamily into space, picturing me and my dream guy cooking a healthy and nutritious breakfast for both of us. We were happily chatting and cracking jokes with our aprons on. The aroma of healthy looking and delicious tasting sandwiches passed by me. Mmmm. They’re yummy!

“Excuse me, miss.”

What? What now? I stared properly at the man standing right in front of me. He was carrying a tray with what looked like stuffed sandwiches. Oh my god. It was real. He offered me a piece and I grabbed one out of embarrassment and he went to offer some to others. I never dared to look beside me because I might see people looking at me again. Please, let this meeting end soon.

“How was it?”

“Awful.”

Lyn frowned at my lack of enthusiasm. We were once again in a café on a Saturday morning.

“You didn’t make any friend at all, do you?”

“Of course I didn’t. It was a very boring meeting. I was wrong to attend to it.”

She bit her lip. “Ok. Then, come with me.”

“Where are we going?”

“We’re checking our daily horoscopes. Who knows, you might have a lucky day today. And even meet your dream guy! Come on!”

We rushed to a nearby internet café and Lyn immediately opened all the websites she knows where she reads her horoscopes. It read:

“Always keep your smile on your face, for from now on, you will be closer to your other half.”

“See? Oh my god. Is that true?”

Lyn excitedly opened another one.

“Maintain your positive aura, you will soon meet the one you’re waiting for.”

“You will come face to face with your partner as long as you believe you will.”

“OK. Enough. I kinda get the gist of it already.”

“Wait a minute. Why do I get the feeling that you’re not happy at all?”

“Lyn, they’re not true! No matter what it says, it won’t happen.”

“Andy! They are true! Believe me, I’ve experienced lots of things that goes with what my horoscope tells me. Why, how many times have it said that you’re going to meet your partner?”

“Like, 6 times already?”

It’s true. I will never forget the days when Lyn would send me my horoscope saying I will soon meet my soulmate. But nothing happened. So I decided not to trust these horoscopes that much anymore.

“Well, maybe this is the real one. You have to believe what it says.”

“I hope so.”

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If there is any confusion about who says which line here, just tell me. I'm having a problem on showing who the speaker is. So please bear with me. Normally, it would go alternately,about who's speaking, except at some points. XD Ah. Oyasumi minna. I'll hear from you tomorrow. *HUGS* Yoi yume o. <3