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CHAPTER ONE:

I woke up in a cold sweat. It was 4:39 a.m. Another one of those nightmares.

"Listen, I'm sorry, Jess, I didn't mean to glare at you like that and-"
"No, it's fine," she interrupted, "I was annoying the hell out of you, and I should've known better than to mess with you like that. I should've left you alone. I'M sorry."
We turned the corner into Mr. Franch's first period Science class and Jessica sat down in her seat near the front row. As always, my seat was in the very back. Mr. Franch's mustache twitched while he took role, and I chuckled. I heard Jessica's bouncy giggle as well and I whispered, "It looks like a damn caterpillar!"
"Hahahah I KNOW though!!"
Once Mr. Franch was done taking role, he immediately had Rebecca, one of the students I so very much despised, hand out disecting tools. As she passed by my desk, I took one of the tools and pricked her hand.
"Ow, you Goth b***h!! What the heck's your problem?"
"You are," I replied, then raised an intimidating eyebrow. She flicked her head to her right and did her little "HM!" thing in that squeaky little voice of hers. I almost gagged. Mr. Franch handed out the cow eyes in little glass containers. He looked like he was about to gag as well. I chuckled and began the disection. I accidently pricked the eye a bit too hard and a tiny dot of blood surfaced at the top of a vein. I stared at the crimson dot as it began to trickle down the eye. A strange sensation washed over me like a gentle wave. I denied the feeling and rolled the eye over to start again. As my needle reached the eye, I noticed blood smeared over the tray. The sensation became stronger. I turned my head to the side. Am I suddenly queasy at the sight of blood? I thought. I breathed deeply and tried again. Once again I couldn't help but notice the blood. I grabbed my desk with my left hand and scraped my nails against it. My right hand was shaking as I attempted at the eye again. I swallowed. My throat was dry. Too dry. Maybe water. No. Water wasn't good enough. What then? What? WHAT?
"M-Mr. Franch! May I be excused??? I feel queasy...." I blurted out.
Mr. Franch lowered his brow and sighed.
"Fine. But that's surprising.... you usually have the strongest stomach in the class."
I ignored his comment and dashed out the door to the restroom. Screw the nurse. She couldn't help me this time. I swung open one of the stalls and leaned against the door. My breathing was labored. Sweat poured down my face. Something was happening. I didn't know what it was. And that same sensation was willing my body forward and out of the stall. A short girl was applying make up to her cheeks. I staggered toward the mirror where she was standing. She glanced my way and screamed.


~Nightmare #13.....................................................end.