The Cool Girl
By Craig Wilson
The smoke clears, and I see I'm in class.
I do not recall going back to school.
I see some familiar faces in this room.
However, I see someone who is new.
The cool girl sits with me. She smiles.
She tells me about her favourite bands.
It turns out we have similar musical tastes.
This seems like a high school romance.
She tells me she is a new transfer student.
She arrived here from a different world.
I'm assuming she's just joking around.
The bell rings, and I leave the dream.
The End
The above story is a loose adaptation of a dream I had. If there is anything you would like to ask, feel free to leave a comment, and thank you for reading.
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