Sarah’s P.O.V

“Incredible creatures that have disappeared will reappear with incredible things.”

Standing in front the window, I heard my mother’s murmuring, as well as I saw light blue sweet—scented Osmanthus petals were flying in the wind. The road outside was covered with petals, just like a blue snowfall.

“Mom, what does ‘incredible creature’ mean? What will reappear?”

My mom stared at the falling petals, and then turned to look at me, no smile. “Sarah, go to school, or you will be late.”

To be honest, I was confused about my mother’s words. I did not know what would reappear and why my mother was worried about the beautiful petals. I loved the scenery, just like in a fairyland. Didn’t my mother like blue flowers?

Incredible things…I suddenly realized that I encountered incredible things recently. Since my 17th birthday six months ago, I found myself possessing a special skill. My dream would become reality the next day! Last month, I dreamed of the history exam questions for the next day. Last night, my dream told me I would encounter blue snow! I must have extraordinary powers! While feeling happy, I also had doubts. Why the flowers became blue?

I arrived at my school, Rshami High School, and found that all of my classmates were discussing this miracle.

I was wondering where I could meet the boy I saw yesterday in the dream. Yes! Besides blue petals, my dream was also about a handsome boy. He was expected to be 6 ft and 2 inches, with big blue eyes and blonde curly hair, walking in the flying blue petals. Then someone called him “Mike”and I was awakened.

I've been wandering in the morning class. Then the lunchtime came. When I was on the way to the restaurant, I suddenly see two boys were stumbling over us. They looked drunk or sick since they walked unsteadily and wore painful expressions，muttering words that no one understood. Suddenly, they bumped into a tall boy passing by. The moment the boy turned around, I was stunned. Wasn't him the Mike I saw in my dream? However, before I had time to take a closer look, he gave the two drunk boys a slap in the face.

Damn! What was he doing? Those two boys did hit him, but they certainly didn’t mean it. How could he be so violent? Shall I call the police?

Then I went up and yelled “Stop!” Hearing my words, Mike looked at me. To be honest, although I had seen Mike in my dream, when I saw him up close, I was still shocked.

He was tall and looked very strong. His face was very delicate, with sharp corners, just like the masterpiece of the famous sculptor derrick, conveying strength. His big eyes were as blue and deep as the sky, showing tenderness. Under the tall nose, rose—red lips quivered slightly. The golden curls reflected the sunlight and seemed to glow. I had never seen such a handsome boy.

Suddenly, there was a trace of enthusiasm and even a wild look in his originally gentle eyes. This look makes me very uncomfortable. I felt a chill in my heart, and my body couldn't help but leaned back.

“I have finished.” His voice was a bit sexy, and I was at a loss for a while. Then I forgot how to answer it.

Just at this moment, Tom, my classmate, and another two students came to question Mike. Suddenly, the two students who were beaten seemed to have regained their sanity, and prevented Tom from continuing to question Mike. Mike said he just wanted to help these two classmates.

Help them? Help them by slapping? What nonsense was he talking about? I just felt ridiculous. However, these two boys just let Mike leave. I fell in thought. What did Mike’s appearance mean? He was handsome, even more handsome than my imagination. However, he was rude and a liar. Would he bring me about luck or disaster?

Then the afternoon class begun. A boy came in with our math teacher. Oh no! It was Mike! “I am Mike Smith, transferred from Waterfront City.” How could he come to our class? This violent maniac! I didn’t know what happened, but I knew the hope in my heart was dashed

when I saw that the person who I had been expecting to meet was actually very unbearable.

During the class break, I heard Amanda and Shirley were discussing Mike. They thought they were handsome, with beautiful eyes and sexy voice. Handsome? Right. However, I did not think he was a good guy due to his inappropriate behavior. Wait! Why did he keep looking at me? Did he want to beat me? His gaze made me feel uncomfortable, scared and angry.

When the afternoon was over, I was about to attend the training session organized by the musical club. Suddenly Mike appeared before my desk, just like a ghost. Amanda and Shirley greeted him enthusiastically, and I just want to leave immediately. Then he spoke to me and invited me to be his team member for the physics experiment course.

I heard Amanda laughing with Shirley and said “Gorgeous boys and girls must create a miracle!”I just felt embarrassed, even disgusting. Why did he pester me? I glanced at him blankly and saw the weird light in his eyes. If it were not for politeness, I would really like to order him to shut up and go away immediately. Then Tom came to me and raised the same request. I quickly said yes and left for the training session, ignoring others’ laughters.

Tom was amazing for helping me out of this jam! I After leaving the classroom, I felt more at ease.

I finally got home and sat at the desk. Looking back at what happened, many questions lingered in my mind. Was my dream just to remind me that there would be disasters in my life? Why were not the two people who were beaten by him angry, but defended him instead? Besides, they were indeed behaving normally after being slapped by Mike. Could it be that Mike was really healing them? Were these weird things related to the incredible creatures that my mother had mentioned?

At the dinner table, I talked about these things with my mother. I asked her what exactly an incredible creature was. However, she was unhappy and said that this weird thing had nothing to do with a kid. A kid? Did she think I was a kid? How could my mother look down on me so much? I would be an adult soon!

What made me unable to understand was that my mother had been overprotecting me. She always kept me from doing or even discussing something by saying that it was too dangerous or too complicated for me. She always seemed to be afraid of me becoming independent, afraid that I would try to do some exciting but interesting things.

From the time I could remember, I hadn't seen my dad, or even a photo of him. Whenever I asked about my father, she always went over it in a perfunctory manner. Maybe because she lost my father in an unpleasant way, she didn't want me to take a little risk? Who knew what's going on?

When I mentioned that Mike's two slaps made two classmates sober, she frowned heavily and even stared at me. It could be seen that she disliked Mike very much. I knew she wouldn't tell me anything and it was okay for me to stop talking about that.

Just like what had happened several times before, it was another unhappy family conversation.

Who the hell was Mike? Why did he come to me? What would happen in the future? I could only bury my doubts in my heart.