We went outside again, found another entrance, and went back inside. In the end, we opened a door to a classroom with a wooden floor. The room was filled with students wearing classy school uniforms.

That’s the last thing I remember before the dream faded away. But I had a feeling that these unfamiliar students were welcoming me, or at least curious about who I was. I wonder what things will be like in high school. I know I’ll miss little Jazzi terribly, not to mention my friends, peers, and teachers. But perhaps at this point in my life, I’m happy to be leaving so much behind—especially the bad stuff. I just want a fresh start in a new place. Still, I’m glad I finally managed to stand up for myself—or at least protect those whom I love and care about. Even if it was only in a dream…