Joy felt herself become conscious again, and she was terrified to pry her eyes open. She didn’t want to wake up surrounded by clouds. Mustering up every bit of courage in her body she finally opened her eyes. One look at her surroundings and she had to muffle a scream.

She found herself sitting in the far back row of her science class from sophomore year. She leaned on her elbow and put a hand over to muffle an impending scream. A loud ring had her jumping out of her seat, and gave an awkward smile to the person to her right that gave her a judgemental look.

She hesitantly reached for her bag, she dug around the pockets for her phone and confirmed that school was over. Her eyes flitted down to the date. December 13th, 2013. The day she got hit by the car, her breath hitched. Joy exhaled deeply and her head began to feel foggy. She kept seeing a blurry face of desperation and echoing wails of sadness in her head. What was their name again…? Joy wished she was able to remember.

A notification paired with a quite chime popped up on her blank phone screen. Confused, Joy opened the message. Unsure of who exactly this person was. She couldn’t help but smirk at the phrasing:

idiot turtle

1:00

“Im sorry unnie can’t give you a ride today w/ us she’s really pissy : / “

Joy clicked the power button and watched her phone fade to a simple black screen. She closed her eyes and concentrated, trying to think of who this was, after all they seemed to be close friends. An image of a blonde girl turning around and flashing a wide smile was gone the moment it came to her. She groaned in frustration and kicked back her chair.

She exited the classroom in search of answers. She pushed open the door for her ears to be flooded with music. Vocal warm ups and hums bounced around the corridors and Joy’s attention was definitely caught. She quietly followed the noise until she came across a door, labeled in scratched-off letters, “CHOIR.” She leaned to the right as little as possible and looked within. It was a basic choir room with platforms and people standing. The girl in the front row closest to the door turned to face her.

The face was familiar but Joy was positive she had never uttered a word to this girl before. She was s