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Why? Why would Nathan not tell his mom we were friends? I thought I could trust him, but if he can't even tell someone I'm his friend... ugh. Oh, and look at that. It's nighttime. I hopped into bed.

Another night with weird dreams. This time it started out like the last one ended. I saw the cute guy again, same place, same actions... but I still don't know what he looks like.

The next part... I didn't even know what this one meant. I was drowning in the water, and the surface of it was covered in bedrock, so I couldn't get back up to breathe. I died, and darkness surrounded me. I had respawned, which the odds of that happening to you if you're killed are a million to one. (If you die old, there's no possibility of respawning) My spawn place was weird, too. It was in a mooshroom biome, and I'm pretty sure that's even rarer than respawning. But it was also daytime, and there was tons of monsters. As they came closer to me, I saw they had the faces of people I knew.

The last part wasn't as strange, and sort of like a part from last night's dream. I came running up to the battlefield, and my father was fighting the king of Fireblade. Something had pushed me, and I stumbled and fell right by my dad's feet. He looked at me, and the the other king, noticing his chance, cut his head right off. The ground then started to vibrate, and then exploded. I died, again, but I didn't respawn. I was just dead. This was when I woke up.

Well, better start getting used to these dreams. I would bet a whole lot of money I'll have another weird tonight.I was shaking and hot. I got out of my bed and looked out the window. It was raining out today. Perfect, just perfect.

I walked downstairs to eat breakfast. Molly was waiting in the kitchen. "Hey, Amelia. What would do you want to eat?"

"Cake would be nice."

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Nothing's wrong."

"Oh, please, Amy. You always want cake when something's wrong." She was right. God, I wish I didn't make that so obvious.

I couldn't play this off. "Nathan's mom doesn't know we're friends."

"Oh?" I could tell she didn't expect that as an answer... to anything. If I heard it, I would think that I was high. I mean seriously, when does someone tell you that?

I sighed. "It's weird. I know. Can I just have some cake?"

"Coming right up." Molly didn't ask anymore questions. She finished up the cake and gave it to me, and I sat down in the huge and empty dining room, eating in silence. When I was done, I got up to leave, but Molly stopped me. "I almost forgot. You're Mom sent a letter." Already? Maybe royalty gets extra-fast service. She handed me the letter.

"Thanks." I walked out of the dining room and to our living room and sat down on the couch. I opened the envelope and unfolded the letter. It read:

Dear Amelia,













She meant for it to be funny at the end. But it wasn't. Not at all. I crumpled the letter up in my hands. This war has to end.