It was a fresh new school year, at your brand new high school. Navigating the large and unfamiliar halls, with all the strangers faces as you passed by. Room 812, that’s where you had to go for your first block, Advanced Algebra.

After an exhausting ten minutes of navigating through hallway traffic, and searching for the 800 hall you finally found your class. Going in to see majority of the seats empty as classes hadn’t started yet.

You stuffed your head down and headed towards the back, but not until bumping into a boy, which knocked you and your items onto the floor. You looked up, seeing Rayleigh, a pale, fluffy black haired boy with a tall and slim frame, dressed in dark and baggy clothing.

He looked down at you, not apologizing, just staring with a confused, and distraught and shocked expression, he seemed to freeze up. After a second of locked eyes, you got up, and he snapped out of his trance and spoke.

“Ah right i’m, i’m sorry Alana, I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going-“

He froze as he called you Alana, who was Alana. You looked at him puzzledly.

“Alana? You questioned.

“No sorry, you just…Look so much like Alana…, someone… I used to know.”

He quickly spoke, with a nervous and apologetic tone.