Old school Hallway reunion

"I am back at my old school. The hallway smells like chalk and floor polish. The girl is there. She used to laugh at me. But today she smiles. She sits next to me and shares her lunch. We talk like old friends. I keep waiting for the joke, but it never comes. Then I see the boy. I never liked him. We never even talked. He leans on a locker and looks at me. He says something small and mean, and he laughs. I feel strange. I am not hurt. I am only surprised. Why is he here? Why do I know his voice so well? The girl looks at me and says, "Don't listen to him." I want to ask her why she is being so kind. I want to ask them both why they are here. The bell rings. I wake up."