Déjà Vu

Amber Simmons

The morning walk to school felt unnaturally dreadful. A cold, crisp breeze assaulted the tip of my nose, causing it to become numb. I persevered, one step at a time. A sense of forgetfulness yet déjà vu hung over me like a low-lying fog, draped about my body. The walk seemed to last forever, dead grass lining the sidewalks, but eventually, I made it to the school building. Upon reaching the school, I was met with absolute horror. It was Saturday.