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I woke to another boring school day, the month is February, so the frigid cold was still nipping my toes at night.
I let out a large yawn, and stretched in my satin sheets, as the sun shone down on my eye lids.
I got up to get a shower, not talking much in the morning due to the fact that I’m usually half awake.
Like a zombie a trudged to the bathroom, and took a hot shower, letting the warm water rinse my body, and cleanse away the groggy morning
When I arrived at school, my best friend Carla was there to meet me, her hair flying and flipping around her.
She was always strutting her stuff, showing off her curving body, as though she ruled the world.
I rolled my eyes, when she as usually, started talking about the latest party update.
"OMG! I can't believe you didn't come last night Saphrina, it was amazing!!
And don't even get me started on Mike last night.
He looked like a dream!"
she said, and started blabbering about the details, and that's when I normally zone out.
I never listen to her and her drama, I had enough in my own life.
My mother who hated my guts, and being left alone.
It had always been that way, ever since my father passed away.
He died in a fatal car accident a couple months back, I had still not gotten over it.
But, no one ever noticed, they all have their own problems to deal with.
In Carla's case, it was boy problems.
"Hello!!! earth to Saphrina, is anyone home?
God girl, I don't know what comes over you sometimes."
she said, as I 'apologized'
"Oh, sorry, I zoned out for some reason."
I said, which was true, somewhat.
"come on were gonna be late to Mr. Paris’s class.
Mmmm, he is so fine.
No wonder he is the drama instructor."

she said, as I zoned out again, walking towards the drama class.

When we walked in I sat in the middle row, as usual.
I liked being distant, but close enough to not be disregarded.
Drama class was a free period for me, to relax and let go.
It was nice to act out someone else’s life for a change.
Although I wasn’t considered popular in the sense of having many friends, I wasn’t exactly unnoticed.
Thanks to Carla people always came up to me, and tried starting conversations, not really to talk to me, more to get closer to Carla.

You may wonder how I got involved with someone like Carla, but the truth is, it wasn’t that fascinating, like me saving her life or something like that.
It was as simple as my mother being friends with her mother, and us just growing up together.
However, I never found myself interested in the same things, or ever relating to her.
In fact we were completely polar opposites.
Carla however found something interesting in me, I don’t know if it was my tragic life, or just because I was a real friend.
I wasn’t like all the other leaches that hung onto her just to get the attention, but rather I was there, as someone to hold on to.
Carla may be snobby, and she may not exactly be innocent, but she does have emotions, and a lot of them.
She always seems to be struggling within herself, trying to improve herself in different ways.
Which was something I never understood.
I just got along with that fact that I was different then everyone else, and moved on.
I suppose with some people it’s just not that easy.

In drama class we were filling the roles of Romeo and Juliet, a tragic love story.
Personally I thought it was the most stupid story of all time, who could be that stupid as to go and fake kill themselves, just to have there love one kill themselves, to have you kill yourself for real.
It just made no possible sense to me, but I guess for some it seems logical.

“Miss. Woodson could you please take it from pg. 23 please, with the role of Romeo?”
Mr. Parris called to me from the front of the room.
As I quickly snapped out of my daze, and hastily flipped to pg. 23, all eyes seemed to be on me, and not the kind of interested stare.
Ignoring the looks, I opened my mouth and began to quote, “O! she doth teach the torches to burn bright.
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear;
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear.”
As I broke the last stanza, and looked upon everyone’s faces, it seemed like death had surely taken over the room.
Everyone was frozen where they stood, their eyes seemed to be pasted upon me, but when I looked closer, it was beyond me.
Not knowing what to do, I stood there for quite some time, seeming as though time itself had stood still.
Finally a quite modest girl named Angela lifted her arm, and pointed behind me, her face stricken.
I didn’t know what to make of it.
Should I turn around, or just walk out of the room?
However, me being a curious person, and not one with much fear, slowly turned myself to face an ‘out of place’ site.

I boy, well not exactly a boy, he actually looked more like nineteen was standing before me.
Sadly I could not say he was a normal boy, cause with that why would everyone react the way they did.
Instead he had white pure hair, not blonde, not golden, but white like that of the purest snow.
It was long, around his mid back, like that of a horses mane.
His eyes swirling with crystal blues, and a sparkle that seemed to linger between their gaze.
He wasn’t wearing normal apparel, instead were replaced with that of a white shirt, and pants, but it seemed to be made of the finest silks.
Although his face was soft, and it seemed gentle, his body was like that of a sculpture, from fine stone.
He didn’t speak, instead he did as the girl Angela did, but instead of pointing beyond, he touched me directly on my heart.
Almost instantly my world seemed to spin around me, as the walls melted, and the floor sunk beneath my feet.

The dream was an odd one, but I believe most would call it a vision.
I was in similar clothes to that of the ‘boy,’ but instead it was a pure white dress, with a translucent white cloth over it, wrapping around my arms.
My hair was down, which I never had it.
I hate my hair down, it always gets in the way, and yet I dare not cut it.
But in my ‘dream’ it was down, and flowing in the wind.
With some sort of silver band on my head.
In the middle of the band, atop my fore head there was a symbol with two wings, behind a diamond tear.
I was standing in what looked like a field or opening of some sort, there were beautiful flowers everywhere, and a crystal lake before me.
At first that seemed to be all, but as I gazed further into the distance, towards the lake, I saw a light.
The light began to grow closer, and in most movies your body would be telling you to run like the wind, but mine was telling me to stay, that I had to.
What happened next was incredible, a voice like thunder, yet soft like rain poured through the silence.
“…Saphrina it is your time, time you become what it is I have made you for…”
I blinked in awe, as I took in what I was hearing.
What did ‘he,’ or ‘it’ mean by it was my time? And what do you mean what I was made for, I was pretty sure I was made for the same things everyone else was made for.
“…you are special Saphrina and you have known it…you have felt me call to you…”
I knew I had been in some awkward predicaments in the past, but nothing to out of the ordinary.
There had been times where I thought I saw myself do something, or swore I had heard a voice calling my name, but everyone has those moments.
“…You know there is a God…and I come to tell you that it is true…I have made you for a purpose my child…and you must fulfill it…”
This started getting weirder and weirder.
To the point where I definitely thought it was just a dream, I mean how could it be anything more then that?
“…in time all will be revealed…just believe…”
With that all went black, and time seemed to catch up with me.

As I gasped for air, I once again saw light, and thought to myself enough with the divine dreams.
But when I looked closer I soon came to find that it was a ceiling light, and then a face appeared next to me, and then another, and another.
Two I recognized as my mother, and Carla.
The other seemed to be shouting for the doctor.
“Doctor?”
I said out loud, but was intended to stay within my mind.
“That strange boy touched your chest, and you like totally collapsed!
I mean I can’t blame you he was like, totally cute and all, but the fainting was a bit much don’t you think?”
Of course nothing had changed much in reality, Carla was still Carla.
By the looks of it mother was still mother, her eyes seemed to glare ‘You are so getting it when you get home look’
My guess was the hospital bill didn’t exactly agree with her.

After the doctor came in, examining me, and my mother had finished yelling at him and the nurses that I was fine, and I didn’t need to stay over night for observation.
I was finally let go, and driven home with my mother, who of course didn’t care about my well being, and went on frantically yelling at the top of her lungs, about how stupid I was.
Me and mother never did get along, even when my father was alive.
My mother and father were in high school when they had me, and my father had been the one to consist on keeping me.
He was always kind, and gentle, I truly missed him terribly.
However my mother on the other hand, consisted that I ruined her life.
By the time I got home, and got in bed, I was exhausted.
Not because of the strange events of the day, but more on the lines of my mother’s bickering.
So the silky sheets of my bed, were a comfort to be overwhelmed with.
I let the bed form to the shape of my body, the pillow caress my head, and my eye lids close heavily.
I even forgot about the bizarre dream I had experienced.
All seemed lost, as I drifted into deep sleep.