Snippet #1776878

Miki starred at the ceiling, tracing the cracks in the old plaster with her eyes, musing over her strange dream. It had seemed so realistic, everyone other then her had talked and gotten to know each other- a creature had even attacked them. She felt terrible about not joining in but had been too confused to really help... but it was a dream. And she often had realistic dreams such as the one the night before. Even if this one had felt different, Miki couldn't allow herself to become confused about what was real. She had that problem enough with her constant daydreaming. Glancing at the clock, she rose out of bed and shimmied into the school uniform, still thinking about all the others as she brushed her hair.
Names.... Had she heard names? There was those boys who had fought the monster, something called a Trox. They had all been pretty cute too. Miki laughed to herself. Of course they were cute, why would her subconsciousness create ugly heroes? They were heroes after all. what had she heard there names were... Ken, Silver, Kai and something like Mugen. Interesting names to come up with, but then, Miki had always been imaginative.
She shoved her unfinished homework into her bag before leaving, spotting a note on the door from her parents.
Miki and Kendal, working late today, won't be home until late. Don't stay up.
She ripped it off the fridge and continued to school. On the train, everyone she saw looked familiar, looked like someone from the Muted Dimension. Miki snorted to herself. Get over that dream and concentrate. She scolded herself. But suddenly she remember three other girls who had been there. Miki couldn't recall names but she knew their faces.
A headache sprung forth with the memories. She rolled her eyes as she got off the train, pressing her temples and hurrying to school.
It was just beginning to get crowded, but Miki enjoyed being semi early. It allowed her to finish the homework she never completed. She walked up to her class calmly, thinking about what problems she had left on her work. Then she froze when she opened the door.

He was tucked into the back of the room, looking lost in thought, white hair spilling onto his forehead. Miki realized she was in the wrong room immediately (Thank God she was early, that would have been embarrassing), but that wasn't why her attention was drawn to the unknown boy. Actually, if she was right, he wasn't unknown.
Kai? Ken? maybe he was Silver? Who knew, but he was obviously the one she had based one of her her dream fighters off of. If she remember right, he was one who had saved one of the others, injuring himself in the process. All well and good but, seeing the same guy in real life? How awkward. It was strange, but Miki figured her mind had seen him somewhere before, and placed him in her dream, seeing as all the people you dream about are actually people you've seen before. That was it.
Miki drew a breathe and took a step back, still starring, trying to get over the strong sense her mind was pushing at her to talk to him. After another pause, another glance over, she turned to leave, flipping her magenta hair over her shoulder.