I had the weirdest dream ever last night. It all started when I held a mouse at my friends house. The mouse was adorable, it looked just like a wild mouse and I felt strangely attached to it, like I had known it for years, when in fact I'd only just met it. After playing with the mouse for a while, my friend and I were bored, so we played hide-n-seek.Strangely though, when I closed my eyes to count to 100, I saw images of a mouse in a forest, the mouse directly in front of me. But the image kept coming and going in fuzz, like a broken TV. Very weird. I continued to play hide-n-seek, but every time I shut my eyes I kept seeing that mouse image.But what was weirder was what happened when I went to bed.I dreamed about the mouse.Only the mouse, I soon realized, was me. The mouse wasn't doing anything but then rolled onto its side and yawned.Then it got nasty. A Fox pounced on me, the mouse and snarled, licking its lips. Then its jaws closed on me, the mouse, which was screaming... I woke up screaming, my dad beside me.

"shush,shush Melissa.Your having a bad dream." he said softly.

Yes, that's my name, Melissa. I have told you my name, so I might as well tell you about myself. I am 13 years old, tallish and generally quite shy towards others, although once people get to know me, they say I am more open. I have a very close relationship with my dad, who is the best. He's always really nice to me and he was no different now.

I, trembling told dad,

"That was so horrible. I felt I actually was the mouse in that dream that got eaten. I felt the scratches and everything." I shuddered.

My dad looked surprised. He examined my arm, where a claw mark had appeared, identical to the mark the mouse got in my dream. My dad told me,

"Melissa, there's something we need to do, but can't do now. You go back to sleep okay? I'll tell you what we need to do at breakfast." and then, after whispering goodnight, my dad left the room.

I was frightened the horrid mouse image would come back if I slept, so I did not sleep that night.

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Morning came at last  and I yawned, stretched and walked out of bed tiredly.I met my dad at the breakfast table and he said,

"You didn't sleep last night did you?"

I nodded and ate some toast.

"Well Melissa, i'm afraid that was a bad idea." he responded

"Why dad?" I asked.

"Because we're travelling this morning. I'll tell you why we're travelling later, on the train but for now here's a suitcase." he sighed and handed me a black suitcase on wheels and then continued,

"Melissa, could you please pack some of your most important things and some essentials, like wash bag, Pyjamas, etc. You have an hour to do this. I'll wait for you in the car." then he left the room. I dropped my toast in horror, I wasn't hungry anymore. I ran to my room and packed my things. It was torture picking stuff to pack. I wanted to pack nearly all my room in there but couldn't possibly. Eventually though I finished packing. I put on a grey hoodie,  held my suitcase and hopped into my dads car, clutching my suitcase like it were the crown jewels. And then my dad drove the car to the train station. What I was going to hear on the train would change my life forever.