What kept Tina walking forward was that scent, it was like a magnet pulling her closer…and closer.  She didn’t look back, her eyes focused on the path in front of her, and her two feet quickly followed.  There would be no turning back now.

That particular scent was first noticed by Tina about three weeks ago.  She didn’t know what it was or who it belonged to even, but it was closer than ever.  Not merely just distance, but the connection was closer than ever.  Tina wanted to run the halls and find “it,” she needed to, she wanted to, but all she could do was walk to her classroom.

While Tina was walking to her classroom, she unconsciously thought back to that day three weeks ago, when all those feelings first began.

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Bette Porter was sitting in the art classroom.  She loved being there early because that was her time alone before all the other students came in.  The classroom was small, but it was filled with all sorts of artwork: paintings, sculptures, photographs, and sketches.  That was what Bette loved, it was like a museum of its own with talented students who shared her passion.

Today was different for Bette, she didn’t know why, but that feeling of anxiousness and nervousness was beginning to take over her thoughts again.  For the last three weeks, she wasn’t able to shake those feelings.  The feelings were like butterflies flying and knocking into her stomach. 

‘Butterflies, yeah right…‘ thought Bette, as she made fun of herself for even thinking butterflies.  After all, who was she in love with, who could she not stop thinking about?  There wasn’t anyone, was there?

She didn’t know what those feelings were, but she knew that her life was going to change, she too was stepping into fates door, and she didn’t know why, but she was ecstatic and she welcomed those feelings.

Bette sat there sipping her coffee thinking back three weeks ago when those feelings first started.

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Three weeks ago:

‘So…tired…must continue…‘ thought Tina, as she was struggling to focus on her class notes.  Her final exam would be tomorrow, and it was her last chance to boost her GPA.  Her mind, heart, and stomach were filled with all sorts of nerves; not to mention fatigue since she hasn’t slept in the last two days.  What kept her awake were all the Red Bulls she’d been drinking.