One week later

I gaze straight at the open, cloud filled sky again, feeling at peace and happiness after a week of discovering photos and other mementos from the past while at home. Unfortunately, I was unable to find out anything about my origins as mom banned me from reentering the crawl space just because I sprained my right ankle in the beginning of the week, like seriously, she treated it like I had a heart attack! This causes the Friendship Break week to feel like I’m closed in, unable to progress forward even though I know where I’m supposed to go, because I can’t enter what I know would bring some hints. However, I spent the week looking through old photos. The only interesting things I remembered when looking at the photos is the end of fifth grade, when we learned about middle school. I remember this time well; though I knew my elementary school wouldn’t be merging with Country Road, kindergarten suddenly began to return.

I think I know why I suddenly got those flashbacks when I heard more about middle school; while looking through my sixth grade yearbook, I notice a photo of a girl my age, a girl that wasn’t in the seventh grade yearbook, a girl I’ve never seen in the middle school, and she looks like Nyssa. Her name in the yearbook was Alyssa, but she looked almost exactly like Nyssa, and their names are similar too.

Another memory that returned to me while looking through yearbooks was in 7th grade; it was a normal day where I was in my study hall awkwardly looking around at the other students as I completed the stupid easy homework, that was when I noticed that this one group of girls that always sits in front of me in that study hall looks strangely familiar. That’s all I could think about for several weeks, where I could remember them from. Now that I think about it, that event was similar to when I was wondering who Lucie Brooks was in the beginning of the year to a less strong extent.

It was only this week when I realized that they might’ve been familiar because they were in an old class, possibly my kindergarten class. While looking at the kindergarten class picture I found, I noticed that there was this one girl that looks strangely familiar, like she went to my middle school.

But perhaps the most magical occurrence that happened in my not so magical week was my dreams. Not only were my dreams this week more vivid (around as vivid as the dream I had in winter break), basically all of my dreams either took place at elementary school, happened in the early 20th century, or both. While the majority of my dreams fade away as soon as I exit my bed, all the dreams I had this week, which I eventually recorded in my journal because they’re so interesting, are still very clear to me to this day. But for some reason, in about four of my dreams, Nora played a vivid role, even though I barely talked to her this year.

I use my star journal to attempt to analyze the dreams during the floating bus ride before it lands in Star Central in the magical Core once again.

After taking a second bus to the school, I open the large, wooden double door and walk straight through the quiet hallway to the common room portal door. When that door becomes visible, I notice three Aier’s in their amethyst colored uniforms right in front of the small and round door. As I head closer, I notice its Nyssa, Lucie and Nora.

“Hi Daisy!” Nora enthusiastically tells me!

“Hi!” Lucie enthusiastically responds with a grin.

Nyssa smiles at me too.

I smile at the three girls back as we pass each other, but all that occurs is the question of how Nora and Nyssa connect to all those memories, and what Nyssa was doing in the human realm. I approach the door to my room, there’s a lot of information to sort out, and the three girls that passed me is where I’m going to start.