Alyssa wasn't really fond of being late to class. Not that she was going to miss anything, especially just how well she has mastered photography already. Her mind was off in a daze which was quickly broken by someone bumping her way. It was a guy. Someone she hasn't really seen around the academy. Which was quite surprising because she was the kind of girl who was very observant. His face seemed all so familiar, yet a stranger he was.
"Sorry about that." His voice was deep and soothing. No words escaped her lips as she watched him with curiosity. Finally being able to voice herself, "I-it's alright." she spoke hesitantly. Her warm green eyes focused on him, her head tilted a bit to the side, intrigued by this man before her. He seemed to be in a rush, which didn't surprise her, considering class was beginning soon.
Though the man was already a few feet away from her, she couldn't help but to continue to look. "Matt...." a soft whisper slipped through her pink, glossy lips. She blinked a few times with amazement. Who was Matt? Why did she just suddenly call that guy by a name? Shaking her head, she shrugged off the thoughts. But then the back of her head began to throb in pain. Cringing a littler Alyssa balled her hand into a fist, hoping to redirect the pain from her head to her hands. Taking a few deep breathes and closing her eyes, memories began to flood. Flickering moments in her mind flashed. It was an image of the same guy she sees but this time with a guitar, but still too blurry to remember.
Feeling a bit light-headed, Alyssa quickly entered the Academy and found a seat in the classroom. She slumped a bit on her seat as she tried to keep a hold of reality. Why was her memories acting up now? She tried to focus and hoped for the better.