The alarm clock blasted her ears. The young girl sat up in her bed at home. The morning light shining through the blinds in her window. It was... Just a dream?

Her hand smashed against the clock, stopping the irritable buzzing sounds. She got out of bed and changed into her clothes. First she had to go to her college classes. Majoring in World History. No wonder everyone had wacky accents in her dream.

She walked outside and headed down to the bus stop. On her way, she passed the mansion that the evil people lived in in her nightmare. In the front yard stood a "For Sale" sign. Sold. Who lives here now?

The college girl sat on the cold blue bench, waiting for the bus to arrive... Maybe just a little bit late. Dammit.

"Excuse me, I'm new in town. You must be (your name here)."

She freezes in her skin. The stinging voice echoing inside her head. She knew that British accent.

Her eyes looked to her side and saw a happy msn standing beside her. There was only one person who had that bright strawberry hair and the blue sparkling eyes. And that grin that seemed to be painted onto his face.

"My name is Oliver. You should come by one day. We can have some tea."