Chapter ONE —Tomorrow
Mira woke up at exactly 6:17 a.m. She knew because the red numbers on her alarm clock were glowing beside her bed. She stared at them for a moment, confused. Something felt wrong. Not bad wrong. Just… familiar.
Mira sat up and rubbed her eyes. Her room looked exactly the way it always did: school uniform hanging from the back of her chair, books scattered across her desk, and a half-finished drawing tucked beneath her notebook.
Then she remembered.
A dream? No. Not a dream. She had seen today before. Mira frowned. In her memory, she was standing in the school hallway. Lena was beside her, laughing about something. A teacher was carrying a pile of books.
Then—A book fell. Mira's eyes widened. She looked at the clock again.
6:18.
"Okay," she whispered. "That's weird." She got dressed and hurried downstairs. At breakfast, her mother placed a plate in front of her. "You're quiet today" her mom said. "I'm tired" she replied. "You were awake late again?" "Something like that."
Mira barely touched her food. She couldn't stop thinking about the memory, the hallway, Lena, the books and a boy standing near the school gates.
She couldn't see his face clearly, but she remembered his black backpack and the small silver pendant around his neck. More importantly, she remembered what he said. You shouldn't be here.
Mira shook her head. It was ridiculous. It had to be. By the time she reached school, she had almost convinced herself it was nothing.
Almost. "Mira!" She turned.
Lena came running toward her, nearly dropping her bag.
"Please tell me you did the history homework."
Mira smiled. "Of course."
"You are officially my favorite person."
"You said that yesterday."
"And I meant it yesterday too."
They walked through the school gates together.
Mira stopped.
Her heart skipped.
The hallway ahead was exactly as she remembered it.
Lena was talking.
A teacher was walking toward them with a pile of books.
Mira stared.
"No way."
"What?" Lena asked.
Mira didn't answer.
The teacher stumbled.
One book slipped from the pile.
Then another.
Then all of them fell onto the floor.
Lena jumped.
"Whoa!"
Mira couldn't move.
She had known it would happen.
Exactly like this.
Exactly when it happened.
The same books.
The same sound.
Even the teacher's frustrated sigh.
Mira's stomach tightened.
"This isn't a dream," she whispered.
"What isn't?"
Before Mira could answer, someone walked past them.
A boy.
Black backpack.
Silver pendant.
Mira's breath caught.
It was him.
The boy stopped.
Slowly, he turned toward her.
Their eyes met.
For a second, the entire hallway seemed to disappear.
His expression changed from surprise…
to fear.
"Mira?"
She froze.
She had never met him before.
"How do you know my name?"
The boy looked around as if he was checking whether anyone was listening.
Then he stepped closer.
"You remember, don't you?"
Mira's heart pounded.
"Remember what?"
He stared at her for a long moment.
Then he whispered,
"Tomorrow."
The school bell rang.
Students began flooding into the hallway.
Mira blinked.
And when she looked again—
The boy was gone.
She turned around desperately.
Nothing.
No black backpack.
No silver pendant.
No mysterious boy.
Only hundreds of students moving through the corridor.
Lena grabbed her arm.
"Mira, what just happened?"
Mira couldn't answer.
Because suddenly, another memory came rushing into her mind.
A memory she hadn't seen before.
A dark classroom.
An empty desk.
Lena crying.
And someone saying—
You were never supposed to remember.
Mira's face went pale.
For the first time that morning, she understood something.
She hadn't dreamed about tomorrow.
She had remembered it.
And whatever happened next…
had already happened once.
