Fairytale or Not?

I go to my school the next day, hoping to forget the entire dream. It was not really helping at all.

My friends are standing by my locker, waiting for me. I smiled cheerily and waved. They returned the gesture. Before I could lower my hand, I bumped into someone, which sent me stumblong back.

“Sorry,” I heard a low voice say. I glanced behind me as the person continued to walk away. The teenager glanced back at me and I widened my eyes.

Brown hair, green eyes, and a smile to die for.

Why did it look so familiar?

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