I ran through the transparent door of a small earth-colored high school, practically slamming the door behind me. Catching my breath, I stood at school completely soaked and shaking. Rain pounded on the clear door behind me. I stood awkwardly on a mat in front of the door, trying not to wet the floor. I looked around the hallway in front of me. I couldn't see any staff in the office, nor were there any students in the hallway or classrooms. The whole school was empty. Must have been a day off or something, I thought, blinking in surprise. Suddenly I recognized the building. Just last week I had visited the exact same campus. My eyes scanned the corridor in front of me for the second time. It's Early College High School, I realized. This school is extremely academically oriented, I reminded myself. I think I would be a good student at this school. I knew from the visit that the school itself had a warm, homely atmosphere. The academic and family environment seemed like a great place; I think I might be able to excel here. And here I was again, just a week later, except cold, soaked, and disoriented. Why was I out in the rain? I wondered. I couldn't remember what I was doing before. My memory was foggy until the moment I walked through the door. Suddenly I felt something on my shoe. Looking down, I saw a stack of red towels with a note on them. Trying not to drip too much water onto the floor, I leaned forward to read the note written on it. It read as follows: “Feel free to use it, Savannah! PS Good luck on that essay! – ECHS.”Wise? I thought. And how could they have known I would be here? Curiously, I grabbed a towel from the pile and wrapped it around my shoulders. Tightening the towel around…the center of the paper…the sage; everything remained imprinted in my memory. I lay on the bed in disbelief. It all seemed so real. As I reached up to pull the covers back over myself, I felt something brush against the paper and metal rings pressed into my arm. Reaching gingerly, I pulled out a notebook, open to the first page, with a pen stuck in the spiral ring. The following was written on the page: “I thought you might need these! I can't wait to read your essay! - ECHS. Everything happened randomly. When I visited ECHS last week, they gave me a free notebook and pen. They must have written the note before giving it to me, I thought. And my subconscious was trying to urge me to write the essay with a dream. Slots fill up quickly. Laughing in disbelief, I flipped to the next page and uncapped my pen as the rain fell against my bedroom window...