Chapter 4: Classmates Once Again

Daniel POV

"Daniel?"

Her voice echoed as everyone seemingly vanished. I couldn't recognize her face but her voice sounds so familiar.

She looks relieved. Maybe I'm the only person she knows.

She took out her hand and initiated a handshake, "I'm so glad that there's someone I know. We're the only batchmates who are members of this club. Let's do well, okay?"

"Of course."

***

Suddenly, everything vanished from my sight. I opened my eyes and found myself back on my bed.

Odd, I never had a dream that felt so real before. Maybe I got too tired of playing basketball and listening to lectures. My imagination took to its next level.

I glanced at the schedule and the list of classmates. I smiled as I remembered that Vi is my classmate this year. For a moment I thought that we wouldn't be classmates. I missed her presence but she's a dear friend.

I believe in the saying: Everything happens for a reason. I can't tell yet what will happen this school year but I'm excited. Sometimes, I like to ask myself silly questions. These questions are running through my mind.

Is it destiny that made us meet again? If so, why?

Memories of her flashed through my thoughts. The way she sang a sweet OPM song that caught my attention. Those poems she recited during class were filled with significant thoughts. Happiness flashed on her face whenever she got a high score in our assessments. Her personality shines in the crowd. It's hidden but whenever it comes out it becomes a beautiful spectacle.

I snapped out of it. My feelings already withered a long time again, right? Did they suddenly come back as the idea of being with her made me blush?

I felt my pulse beating uncontrollably fast. "Daniel, don't have high hopes. Why would you risk your friendship for your own feelings? Why did my memories of her return? Haven't you learned from your past mistakes? Studies first and don't let a silly crush pull you down."

There were noticeable changes in her. Her black hair became longer and she wore glasses during our computer class but she is still the girl I knew two years ago. A girl full 9f dreams and hope. I'm certain that she'll reach her goals soon.

I prepared my things for tomorrow and drifted off to a sweet slumber.

***

It was suddenly raining at that time. I'm under the heavy rain while holding an umbrella. I can't remember why I went to this place. All I know is that my steps lead me here. I turned to my right and spotted her through the transparent windowpane of the café. She moved her head to the music she was listening to.

I looked at my reflection on the store's windowpane. I couldn't see myself. I became startled as people went through me.

"Why am I even here?" I asked.

She closed her notebook, wore her earphones, and went out of the café. All I could do was follow her towards her own destination.

She took out her phone the moment her phone buzzed. She looks at all of her messages. I noticed a truck quickly dashing through the road. The moment she crossed the road, the driver beeped its horn multiple times. Of course, she couldn't hear it.

I tried to hold her back but I can't. I'm merely a phantom in this scenario.

The truck slammed into the girl. I heard gasps and screams from the people around us. Someone brought out his phone and called the ambulance. Blood was dripping from her forehead. I hesitantly knelt down and stayed with her.

"Please don't die. Not now. Keep fighting for your life. Don't die, please"

***

I stayed for her until the sound of sirens were heard. The ambulance's glint became so bright that my vision became plain white.

I woke up from my alarm. "Why was I there? Why did I have to witness a tragic accident? My mind is getting delusional dreams caused by the TV dramas I've watched?

***

History class is when our social science teacher tackled his lessons in a philosophical manner. He is one of the best teachers I know. I'm glad he's our teacher for this school year.

"Ok class, in each table, pick your representative to answer this question: Why do we need to study History?"

My seatmates picked me as their representative because they didn't like to. I just kept my answer short and simple. "We study history so that we'll not repeat the mistakes of the past."

It brought me by surprise after I saw Vi stand up for her group's turn. She barely speaks in class yet they still chose her as a representative. She stood up straight and began to speak.

"We study history because it defines us for who we are. We can't define our future when we don't even know our past. With every little interaction we make, even if it is just a ripple in the current, it can change everything. This is what makes us evolve into who we are now. History begins with us."

For the first time, I never heard her speak so confidently. Her diction and enunciation showed her critical opinion. She convinced me that she is a versatile person. She can be a powerful influence on anyone.

After class, my math teacher approached me. "Good afternoon ma'am."

My math teacher changed into a serious expression "Good afternoon Daniel, I'd like a moment with you if you don't mind."

"It's okay ma'am"

"Your former teacher noticed the degrading performance you had in her class last school year. She had a difficult time with you and recommended that you should take remedial sessions. Would you like to participate in remedial classes for this subject?"

It's a sign that I needed to step up my game.

I replied back."Yes ma'am."

"Then you'll start next week. I'll inform you about your schedule of remedial sessions on Friday."

"Okay ma'am."

***

I looked at the clock, it was already 11 o'clock. I rested my eyes and allowed my mind to wander off.

"You know me as Violet Drimunan but you can call me Vi if you like. Just please don't call me ma'am. I'm not a competent tutor, alright?"

Everything stopped the moment she smiled.

The alarm clock went off which ceased my questionable dream.

I forgot to mute my notifications on my phone before I slept. Spam messages were amassed by my batch group chat. That dream won't ever happen in real life. I sure have a peculiar imagination. It was about Vi this time. But why did that dream feel so real?