Lumenia

I'm sitting in a classroom at a group of tables pushed together as if I were in kindergarten or elementary school again. The classroom is full but I am not focusing on the other students, or the teacher for that matter. I am focusing on the person sitting at my table directly across from me. Stiles is looking at me in slight confusion. I'm angry at him. I ask him why he's taking so long. I don't understand why he isn't choosing me, why he doesn't want me. I hold a couple of those plastic Easter eggs that you can put candy or prizes in and I throw them at his face, trying to get something out of him. They pop open when they hit him and I can see that they all have something written on them with a sharpie, but I can't read them. Stiles looks at them for a few seconds and then they drop to the floor. I get up and walk around the table to him. I take the seat next to his and I sit down, much more calm than I had been a minute ago. I look at him and he smiles and takes my hand in his and squeezes it. I feel happy. I suddenly become aware of everyone else in the classroom. Everyone is all of a sudden busily cleaning the classroom. Stiles and I jump up to help. The floor is covered with dollops of whipped cream and I step over all of it to make it to the door. I peek outside and a stern looking woman is hurriedly making her way towards our classroom. I look back inside and everyone is still busy. I turn back around and step outside, closing the door a bit to keep her from seeing. When she's in front of me, I smile brightly and say hello. I tell her that we are just cleaning up a bit and we'll be done shortly. She huffs as if annoyed and stomps off. I sigh in relief and go back inside the classroom. Stiles comes up next to me and the teacher does as well. She tells us to follow her. She leads us outside to the basket ball courts where a long row of booths are set up. Each booth has two or three people and they are all filling out some kind of ballot. She tells us to clean all of it up though I'm not really sure how to do it exactly. Still, we agree and she leaves us. Stiles and I stand there watching, trying to decide where to start first.

I'm busily running around a modular home, my home, cleaning here and there. I'm carrying a broom in my hands. Lydia says she wants to go to the dance and get dressed up. I smile and think it's a nice idea. Jackson comes up behind me and walks up to Lydia, telling her no and snapping at her. She gets a sad look on her face and puts her head down, walking into another room. I get really pissed and walk up to Jackson. I whisper angrily for him to shut up and stop telling her what she can and can't do. I threaten to kick him out if he keeps hurting her like that. He gets pissed and tells me to mind my own business. I walk up to him quickly and get in his face, pushing the broom handle into his chest. I tell him that I'm fucking serious and I will kick him out of my house if he doesn't do as I say. I tell him that he has no right to control Lydia and he needs to make her happy or get the hell out. He backs away from me, mumbling and kind of pissy, but he agrees and backs off. I then look down and notice that I'm wearing a new dress and I'm all dolled up for the dance. I grab a guy's hand and pull him to the backyard where we are all gonna play a game. The backyard is a huge dirt field with hay and many sacks of potatoes. We all grab a potato and three of us race down lanes. When we reach the end, we turn around and throw the potato to the next person. I laugh as the next person catches my potato.

My forehead is pressed against another person's forehead. The person is holding my face in his hands and we are both a bit panicked. He keeps mumbling that we have to remember, we can't forget.

I woke up lying in a room that I'd never been in before but I knew it was mine. I stay lying down as my eyes wander around the room. Someone shifts next to me so I turn my head to look at them. Stiles looks back at me and smiles. He grabs my hand and squeezes it tightly. "Are we awake", he asks. I cannot answer him.