You gotta figure this out, so you decide to be systematic about it. What do you know for sure?
You're pretty sure you aren't dreaming. You tried the light switch trick and, yep, you just pinched yourself and you felt the pain.
You look around again, watching the various students walk by. There's a cute, short blonde, smiling up at her doofy looking boyfriend.
There are three gorgeous girls, all tall, made-up, talking amongst on another. They look like the classic popular girls, a theory supported by the way the other girls look at them as they walk by.
Wait-- that doofy looking boyfriend was like, one of the only guys in the hallway.
The only other guys are this smirking, greasy haired dude that looks like he's gonna try and hit on every girl in the hallway and his two thuggish buddies. The smirking dude's face is just begging be punched in, he looks like such an asshole.
So, four guys not counting you, and...and...dozens of sexy, beautiful, chipper, young-but-just-over-eighteen, did-I-mention-gorgeous girls.
And about half of them are giving you shy, sultry, or otherwise appraising glances as they walk past you.
This cannot be real.
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