My name is Allie Davis, at least I think it is. I can't be too sure right now. My mind has been talking to me, my subconscious I should say. At least that's what I'm calling her.
I was just an ordinary teenager, anxious about graduating. Then I woke up in a pool of sweat, my mind transfixed to another world. A world I'm somehow a part of.
I'm fine with chalking it up to senioritis or a pre-college crisis. Either one would work.
Except, the star of my dreams, the boy I see almost every night when I close my eyes, the handsome boy I've never met. He's just transferred to my high school.
How can I dream of someone I've never met?
I'm questioning my sanity, fighting with the voices, constantly pushing her out of my mind, ignoring her plea to wake up.
I am Allie Davis after all, and nothing can change that.