Birds chirping, trees and grass dancing along with the wind, flowers gracing its beauty. It sure is a sight to see, but my eyes only land on the woman in front of me. "Ellie! Look here," she said with her sweet and loving voice. I was about to call her when, beep beep beep, my alarm went off. I finally woke up from my dream, annoyed as I didn't get to know her name again.
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I'm Catherine, a 17-year-old girl who kept dreaming about a stranger. It all started when I was 13, a strange dream kept appearing in a sequence — like a movie series. At the start the woman's face was blurry, but through time it started to clear up. When I finally got to see her face, I was stunned. She was ethereal, her blonde hair flowing gracefully, hazel eyes that could drown you, fair skin and plump lips, everything about her was perfect. The moment I saw that look, with no hesitation I decided to make her the muse in my paintings.
Today is the first day of school for my senior year. I was one year away from attending a university that specializes in art. I got up from my bed and prepared for school. I went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast. After all my preparations, I walked to school and started a new chapter of my life.
As it was in my previous years at school, I didn't socialize much and just sat in the same spot where people wouldn't notice me — but don't get it wrong, I still had good grades in performances. I sat alone and started sketching to pass the time. It has always been like this, but today was different.
"Hello, can I sit beside you? I'm Stella, by the way," said the brunette in front of me.
"Sure you can, I'm Catherine," I replied.
"Nice to meet you, Catherine," she said with a sweet smile, but it kind of looked like a smirk.
I brushed it off, thinking that maybe I just saw it wrong. I got my things from her chair and signalled her to sit down.
Throughout the whole day, Stella would talk to me and ask me things. I didn't mind it and asked her the same things, the bell then rang — it was finally time to go home.
I got home and slumped on the bed, I was so tired after socializing that much with Stella. Though she got my interest, she's fun and loud — not exactly what I'm used to. I got up again and prepared to sleep.
I started to drift into my sleep.
"Ellie! Look what I painted, well, it may not be as good as yours, but I can say I'm very proud of what I did." The elegant blonde talking to me.
I didn't expect to dream of her tonight. I wanted to talk, but I couldn't. I badly want to ask who she is, "Ellie, what do you think?"
I finally got to talk, though it's not my own words, "It's pretty impressive for a beginner, just a few more practice. You did very well, E-"
My words were cut off, and I woke up. I cursed and slapped myself for not getting to know her name again.
On my way to school, I kept thinking about the woman, now I know that her name starts with E, but that's it. I went to my locker and organized my things. My thoughts were once again cut off by Stella.
"Good Morning!" She smiled and waved at me.
"Good Morning to you too," I said. I wonder why such a jolly person like her would want to approach someone as quiet as me.
"Are you ready for the 2nd day of school?" Stella asked.
I closed my locker and started walking with her, and I answered, "Yeah, I guess."
We chitchatted on the way to our room and class started. The bell rang for lunchtime. Before I would be staying in the room and sketching the dream I had, but today, "Hey, wanna have lunch with me?"
Stella looked at me in a way that she was pointing out that wasn't going to take no for an answer, "Sure..." I answered.
At the Cafeteria...
We sat down in a corner, "So... what do you have as a hobby?" She asked before taking a bite of her lunch.
"I draw and paint, you?"
She looked at me and said, "Wow, that's a cool hobby; I don't have one; I just do random things to pass the time. Can I see some of your drawings?" I nodded and gave her one of my sketchbooks — the one with random drawings, not the one for my dreams and the stranger.
"Whoa, this looks so good! Why don't you join competitions?" She asked and I answered, "It's not my thing, and I only do it to release emotions I can't speak or show." She looked at me with understanding and smiled. We talked about the things we like the whole time.
A week passed, and we got to know each other better; she already got me interested in her on the first day, but as time went along, she kept getting more and more interesting than I thought she would be.