• The thought of Jane being at my school couldn't escape my mind. She was in my dream and I knew it. She looked exactly like her. She even has the same name. Could this get any wierder? I was in 4th period math class. I was really good at math and enjoyed most of it. Since I already knew what Mrs. Bird was saying, I decided to zone out.
    "Sam," she said sternly. "Do you get the problem? If Z equals 16, then what is 11 plus Z?"
    Oh my gosh. Was she serious? This was like so easy. "27." I sad proudly.
    "Correct. Very good, Sam."
    I smiled my shy smile and looked down. I didn't realy like to ask or answer questions. If I did I would always get hot and turn red. I started to think about Jane again. When I thought about it, she looked very pretty today. The bell rang and I jumped. Going out the door I saw my best friend, Tyler. We have been friends since Kindergarten, when he shared his pack of Crayola crayons with me. "Hi Tyler." I said happily.
    "Hi Sam." Tyler had black hair and dark chocolate eyes. His skin was the color of milk and was wearing a graphic tee which had the power rangers on it.
    He walked passed me ad we usually did. If we just stood there talking we would be late to our next class. I looked at my schedule. ART. I loved art. It was the only thing I could do to express myself. Going down the hall, I saw the room. It had most of the class inside. I breathed deeply and opened the door. I sat in a random seat staring at the board. WELCOME TO YOUR ART CLASS. I looked at the teacher. She looked like any ordinary teacher. She had honey colored hair and had tanned skin. She glanced over at me from her desk and smiled. I smiled back. Suddenly the door opened and I couldn't breath anymore. It was Jane. She looked around and noticed that the only seat left was the one beside me. Great. She sat down and we awkwardly looked around, trying not to notice each other.