Travis and I avoided each other as much as possible. When in gym we were on the same kickball team and were standing next to each other we were forced to interact.
"Did you have another dream?" He asked.
"No," I answered truthfully. Since that one day in the hallway a few days back I hadn't had another dream about him.
"Me either. It was awful weird."
"Yea," our team was called to go to the outfield and the conservation was ended. Danny, the tallest guy in our class came up to bat. He kicked it hard. Gwen called my name and I turned to look at her. When I turned back I saw the hard, plastic ball coming at me. Before I could do anything it hit me. I felt the blood come out of my nose suddenly i felt my strength draining,and i fell to the ground. Gwen was the first one to get to me and Travis was next, I barely saw them, my vision was blurring. A strong reaction to a bloody nose, i thought. I blinked and Gwen looked different. Her hair was pulled back, with a few curls loose. She was also dressed in an older style dress. Travis looked like he did in my dream.
"Abigail," I said to Gwen in a raspy voice. "Thank you for all you have done for me."
"You're welcome, you were always a great friend," Gwen responded, tears rolling down her face.
"Charles," I coughed out. Travis leaned closer to me. "I always loved you."
"Emily," Travis choked out.
"I wish we had had more time,"I whispered. Darkness started to close in on me. I tried to fight it, but it overpowered me. I heard someone calling me.
"Ally, Ally," a voice penetrated my consciousness. I willed myself to open my eyes, and saw everyone crowding around me. I shook my head to clear it from the weird vision i had.
"Ally are you ok?" Gwen asked, worried.
"Yea," I brought a hand up to my nose and found it still bleeding.
"You should go to the nurse," my gym teacher Mrs. Bindley said. Gwen helped me up and that's where i went.
I came back from the nurse during History, the class after gym. My nose was fine, but I was weirded out by the vision i had had while i was out. Things were getting weirder and weirder. What could all of these things mean? These thoughts went on in my head during the stupid movie that was playing.
By the end of the day I decided something had to be done. I went to the library and searched the old obituaries. After hard searching I found Charles Scott. He had died of suicide a manuscript to Early In The Morning in his hands. He had been engaged to Mary at the time. Going a little bit further back I found Emily Baker. She died of pneumonia. I was unsurprised. I somehow already knew this, but how could I? A though came into my head. Reincarnation.
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