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I can't pinpoint where it's coming from.
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I tried to scour the area, but it's hard to find anything that stuck out.
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Am I just imagining things?
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I entered the bus.
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But the feeling did not disappear, even while on the road.
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What is going on?!!!
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I can't see any vehicle that seemed out of order. Every car around us seemed to be going to a different route.
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The only thing I can hear is my own heartbeat.
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All of a sudden, a car just went crazy, it kept turning to the right as it crashed through a building.
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The bus braked to avoid the impact and I was thrown to the ground due to the sudden stop.
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A street light by the bus gets more crooked by the second as it fell slowly towards us.
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Everything turned black.
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And then it turned white.
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I could hear people shouting but felt like it was blurred.
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It was so bright that I couldn't bear to open my eyes.
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And then...Nothing happened.
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As if it was a dream.
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I was still in the bus, no car accident whatsoever.
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I felt queasy.
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It was like everything was a ridiculous daydream.
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But I have never had anything like that before.
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The noise from the bus reminded me that I had reached my stop.
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Clenching my aching stomach and painful head, I walked out limply, as if all of my energy has been sucked away.
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I went inside and locked myself into my room.
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What is that episode about?
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For the first time after I went back, I felt an extreme amount of anxiety.
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Things have been going on just fine, but all of a sudden an anomaly presents itself.
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I'm not foolish, since that hallucination thing only happened this time around, it must have been caused by my tine travel.
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Maybe I developed a mental illness, or maybe all of this isn't real.
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Maybe this life is just a dream.
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"Ha-na!! Are you in your room?"
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Like she always did, my mom had a timely point of appearance.
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"I bought some bread from your favorite bakery, let's go down and eat."
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As we went downstairs, my mom explained about my grandmother.
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"She daid it was just a false alarm and to not worry much. How can I not worry? She goes around doing this and that without care for herself-"
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Her voice was drowned by the taste of the warm bread.
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It is sweet and soft.
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It is real and so is my mom.
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I searched and searched for anything that could possibly correlate to my experience.
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Books
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Articles
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Movies
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Nonsensical blogs
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Forums
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You name it, but I just can't quite find what I experienced.
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In the end I just borrowed a few books, some nonfiction, some fiction.
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Including the famous time travel book, 'The Time Machine' by H.G. Wells.
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While browsing I fohnd this book mentioned a few times.
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I ran back with my bag above my head.
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Seeing an electronics store, I suddenly remember something that I have been delaying.
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What if that thing strikes me down from the sky tomorrow...?
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Like an anticlimatic movie, nothing happened the next day.
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Nothing proceeded to happen on the day after that, and the day after that as well.
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About a week passed by and I thought I had gotten into massive hallucination.
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I just spent all that time looking like a fool.
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Maybe what I really needed was a therapy session.
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I heard tbe flickering of older televisions.
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'Politician Kang Yoo-jin is expected to...'
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Today is a special day since it will be the shoot for the scenes that introduce my character better.
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To make it even more special, it is also the airing date of the first episode of 'Spring Breeze'.
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Speaking of special days, I'm going to graduate middle school soon.
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Me and Soo-hyeon got into the same high school because we both don't have an affinity with studying...
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School is really stressful.
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We are shooting at my school today.
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For some reason it was chosen as one of the sets.
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My middle school isn't pretty, but I guess they wanted a different feeling.
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The new principal, Principal Kang, greeted us, he used to be the vice principal or something of the sort.
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He said a bunch of thank-yous and showed appreciation towards us.
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Principal Kang had a really familiar face, like I had seen him a lot recently.
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I wonder where I could have possibly seen him.
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We are preparing for the shoot, the crew is positioning the equipment across the class, making it into a crowded fest.
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Lots of people in my class is chosen to become extras, including Soo-hyeon.
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I waved at her, she seems really happy to be in a drama.
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On the other hand, I don't know what the deal is with this kid.
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The child actor who played Ki-beom, Yeon-gyeong's friend and seatmate, seemed to have some sort of hostility towards me.
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He looked at me like he had a grudge on me, he is sharp enough to let that look fade after a couple of seconds though.
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During reading and now this...
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I wonder if I offended this kid somewhere?
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I can't exactly confront him since I'll just look like the bad guy, so I've been ignoring him.
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I guess he can do what he wants.
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But I don't have to play to his tune either.
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"All actors please get ready!"
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"Get the cameras and the sound rolling please!"
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"Action!"