Chapter 2: Dream Catcher is a myth

As expected, we arrive at North Mount High School late. Nicky didn't talk to Nate all the way here, while Nate was persuading her mercy. And the girl didn't show him any.

When we reached the main building of junior high school we separated our ways, simply because we are assigned in different classes- Nicky's A, Nate's B and I am in class D a.k.a. the worse than the worst. The dumbs and problematic students are assigned at the last class and yes, that's class D.

Am I dumb? Am I problematic? Well, soon you'll know.

The N-Duo favorite role is to act as my safety pin; they try to calm me down when they knew that any moment I'll berserk and will cause another major problem that will affect my school records. They try their best to keep me safe, like a piece of cloth with a missing button but protected by a safety pin.

As usual, even all the classes are already starting, the hallways of the main building are still busy. The high and low pitch voices lingered around my ear and mixed in my head. They are typical high school students wasting their contaminated saliva by blabbering nonsense gossips.

Instead of getting more annoyed and knitting their useless lips, I chose to admire the beauty of the building. The main building looks like an ancient castle for me. The floor is made by cream-hued dazzling marbles with sparkling gold linings.

The walls are pecan colored and it looks like wood but built using concrete. On the walls, there are a few painting hanging, some are from bidding I guess and I think those are hella expensive. But most are painted by the talented students, regardless of the assigned section if it looks artistic and will complement the interior they'll get hung. The school administration at least knows how to consider talent.

While admiring the hallway, a horrible sound entered my ears, I slowly turned back and saw someone running as fast as he could. Completely unbothered by the piercing sound of his black shoes that are smashing the marble floor. Poor marble floor.

And then suddenly before I even knew it he already slipped while running and hardly slammed his body against mine.

It felt like my body is flying the way the villain does when got punch by the superheroes on their body. My frail limbs felt like being sliced with a newly bought knife.

Before I even hit the ground, pop my head, and spit out my pinkish brain. I felt his wide hand covered my head and his arm pulled me in waist closer to him, protecting me from crashing towards the harsh-hard marble floor.

So instead of falling flat on the marble floor, I fell on his muscular body. My body hurt but hell, surely not as his back hurts.

I stood up immediately and fixed my skirt and coat together with my hair while memorizing his facial structure so I can plan my revenge.

But what I saw made me feel like I am a legit psycho or my eyesight is completely ruined. Then I suddenly remembered what I did earlier, I shouted at the sky.

"I've been tormented in my dreams about him for years! Why not introduce him to me and torment me while I am awake too?!!"

BUT I WAS BEING SARCASTIC!

He looks exactly like the man in my dream, cool undertone skin, protruding lips, and green eyes. Especially the mole on his lower right eye.

I was almost convinced that he's really the man in my dreams but I immediately shook my head and walk towards my classroom, brutally ignoring every evidence life's showing me.

He looks exactly like the man that I treasured the most in my dreams. The man that always gets killed in the most brutal ways possible because he treasured me too much as well. The man that makes me feel excruciating pain and sadness, in my dreams and every time I wake up.

I found myself sitting under a large mango tree, its branches are crowded by flat expanded greenish organs that are dancing by the wind and giving me a nice and cool shade.

I rampaged my brown backpack to find my 'memory notebook'. My memory notebook is my most important possession, it's like Lara Jean's love letters. Except she writes her letter to get freed from her overwhelming adoration over those guys, the letters were her exorcisms she said. For me, I write in my Memory Notebook not to get freed by emotions nor let go of what happened. You can easily derive from what its name its purpose-to remember.

My Memory Notebook is simply, my memory bank.

I forget almost every detail of my precious moments in a blink of an eye, that is why I have my Memory Notebook. I want to devour every information about my happy memories for the rest of my life. I don't know if I have a forget-good-memories-syndrome or what, but it's hard for me to forget those things I don't want to remember, those fragments of my life I wish never happened.

Just like my whole life, my backpack is a real mess and very unorganized. Making it harder for me to find what I am looking for. The inside is full of many crumpled sheets and candy wrappers, this thing's not a bag, this thing is a trashcan seriously.

I immediately tossed my bag away to the ground after finding my white Memory Notebook. The cover is personalized with my written cursive name by red glitters. I turned the cover and a blank page popped on my sight. After that, I found my rectangular white feather bookmark in the middle section where I last wrote an entry.

I removed the soft feather bookmark and place it on the first page rather than the last page to avoid making the sheet unbalance, then I started writing my new entry.

I made each entry a creative and intriguing title. My first entry was entitled "A lie that made me hold a silver lining" written using a fancy silver glittered ink. And for this new entry, I'll use the title "Dream catchers are fraud and never shout at the sky with horrible ideas even though it's enveloped with sarcasm."

My 101 dream catchers failed to catch my good dreams. And I even received a 'gift' from the sky by introducing the repetitive man in my nightmares, therefore those things are just fraud and very heartless. Imagine, they even want me to be tormented while awake. Wholesome shitty trick.

I wrote everything that happened from the moment I woke up, shouted at the sky, and how I encountered the man in my dreams just a few moments ago. I must be cursed to receive an ultimate double bad karma for being extremely evil back then. I must have been a paid assassin in my past life and killed one king in the Joseon era.