My bookbag was hanging down my back, my earbuds were blasting music, and my bubble gum popped with each chew. I walked into an empty classroom and sat down at an empty desk, waiting for the bell to ring. I checked my watch - 7:15. I was early by fifteen minutes. A teacher walked inside of the empty classroom and faced herself towards me. I looked at her, and she looked at me. My music became louder, and I saw her mouth move. Speaking words that I could not hear. I pulled out an earbud, but she had already finished talking and was on the phone. I turned off my music and turned behind to get my binder out of my bag. As I turned, I saw a boy. He was about my age, had many scars, and was very skinny. His hair was dark black, his eyes were dark black, and the atmosphere around himself was dark. He jerked a smile and his eyes grew darker. My heart raced as I watched with horror. One of his scars had burst, and blood splattered around his face. His smile grew wider, and his white teeth became sharper. I screamed, and his head had burst, covering me with veins and blood. I then awoke, sitting straight up on my bed. Sweat had covered my face and blood spread to my hand. I looked at my mirror in the corner of my room and saw my nose dripping with blood. I grabbed a towel and wiped my face. While running to the bathroom, I grabbed my phone and called my housekeeper, Reyna. It led me to voicemail after a good five minutes. I ran back to my bedroom and grabbed my clothes, then ran to the bathroom again and turned the water on. Twenty minutes later, I dried and straightened my hair while eating a banana. Quickly, I grabbed my new supplies for school and stuffed them inside of my bookbag. I ran out to my car and started the engine, then raced on to the highway and rode my way to school.

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I ran into a classroom and sat in a random chair. I was the only one inside of the classroom. My bookbag was hanging off of the chair, and I got situated, pulling out binders, pencils, and paper. I heard heels hitting the floor, and I saw a shadow in front of the doorway. A beautiful woman with golden blonde hair walked inside, carrying a coffee and papers. She smiled at me and waved. I turned around to get my water, but I noticed a sense of familiarity. I looked up and saw a boy. No way, I thought to myself. The boy was wearing all black and had scars everywhere. His hair was black, his eyes were black, his hood was black. He smiled, but I turned away. Is that the boy from my dream? I tried to ignore the fact that the man was identical to the one in my dream, but it kept spinning in my mind. The woman came up to me and sat in the empty chair closest to me and the boy. "You two sure are early birds. I'm your biology teacher, Mrs. Clemintime. I can't wait to start off the school year with you!" I saw the joy in her eyes and heard the joy in her words. The boy smiled at her as she walked away, but he faced me a few seconds later. I turned away and started writing what Mrs. Clemintime was writing. "Oh! Just a reminder! You two can call me Mrs. C for short." She smiled and turned away, beginning a new sentence in her paragraph.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I didn't move. After a few seconds, there were two more taps. "Willow!" I heard a familiar voice call out my name. I looked to my side, relieved it was only Sylvia Evans, my best friend. She sat down beside me and smacked her gum a few times. We both shared smiles, but it didn't last long. The bell had rung, and students flooded into the classroom, filling in empty seats one by one. Mrs. C had written WELCOME CLASS on the whiteboard, and when I looked at her, she pointed at me. I got up, and so did the boy behind me. I walked faster, but he stayed behind. "I want you both to be my helpers." She looked at her computer screen and clicked something. "I printed off some papers for today. I need you both to pick them up." She grabbed a sticky note and wrote something down. "Here's the room number. Thanks much!" She got up from her chair and walked to the front of the room. The boy and I walked out, closing the door behind. I walked fast, and the boy walked slowly. He looked as if he had a dark past. Like everything he touched would turn dark with him.

"Why are you so rushed?" I heard a dark voice ask me. I turned around, my hair flipping in the opposite direction. "No reason." I was then walking backwards but tripped and fell. The boy grinned and held out his hand. I looked at him, his eyes growing darker. "Do I know you?" I help myself up and brush my skirt. "I suppose you do now." He took the sticky note from me, and his grin faded away. I started walking behind him, taking small baby steps. "There is no reason to be scared." I heard him say. "What am I going to do, kill you?" I heard him laugh to himself after the last part, and his hands went into his pockets. I laughed with him, but it was fake, and I had a weird feeling he sensed it.

We arrived in a room, and the boy grabbed the printed papers from the table. "Someone must have removed them from the printer." I looked at the boy, and his eyebrow went up. "What is your name?" He started to grin at me, but I looked stern at him. "My name?" He asked. "I don't have one." He smiled, but then stopped. We started walking back to the classroom, but I didn't follow. I had felt dizzy and was against the wall. I heard screams and thunder, saw lightning and blood. I looked around but only saw darkness. I then heard nothing and was standing in an empty room. It was pitch black, and I couldn' see a thing. I turned myself around and around, trying to feel for something, but it was hopeless. I stopped moving and heard a faint voice call my name. I turned and saw a light heading towards me. It stopped once it was two feet in front of me and looked like myself. "Good girl, now step to the right." It looked like a demon of myself, dangerous and dark. Then, another light came after me. I then saw two versions of myself. I put two and two together and frowned. I pointed to the first version of myself. "Bad" And pointed to the other. "Good." They both smiled. One was harmful, and one was harmless. "Two feet, girly." The first one said. The other looked at me and frowned. "Don't move, and you'll live," I screamed and found myself in a white room.

I screamed and found myself in a white room. "Where am I?!" I screamed and banged on the floor. It cracked, and I started to realize what it was. Ice. I kept banging and screaming, and then, it broke. I was falling, deeper and deeper into the abyss. I then fall on a cushiony surface. Tears were running down my cheeks as I screamed to get out. I saw another light, and it was the first version of myself. "You." It whispered. I then realized what I had done. Before I was transferred to the white room, I moved two spaces without knowing it. The version looked at me with its devilish eyes and grinned. "Death is right above." I looked up, and I heard a gunshot. I was then taken to another room. It was bright yellow and was brighter than the sun. I shut my eyes, but when I did, all I saw was blood. Blood everywhere. I saw death as well. I then heard a voice.




"Death is right above you."