HOLLY

~3 days later~

A bell rang throughout the hallways indicating it was time for fourth period, math class.

Woo.

I still don't get why I signed up for this class. I'm already bored and all I've done is just stand and wait for the teacher to let the class in. Rachel walked by, her binder falling out of her hands. 

"Hey, girl, you gotta be careful. I'm not going to always be here picking your crap up." I said, handing her the binder.

"That analogy makes me sound like a dog. Don't ever use it again. And I get it. I was running late to this stupid class, so I was rushing." Rachel said.

"You rushed over by walking here?" I asked her.

"Yeah. Running takes up way too much energy." 

"You could've at least bothered to jog."

"If my binder fell by walking, imagine what more could've fell if I did."

"Are you fuckin' falling asleep at your locker again?" I asked.

"Of course, 'cause I'm not getting in trouble and sleeping during class." 

"If you sleep through one class, it's not the end of the world." I said.

"Yes it is. I learned that the hard way freshman year."

"Okay, whatever." I said.

My math teacher opens the door, which I don't know why it wasn't even open, and lets us all in. 

Letting in the last person, the mundane voice I'll be hearing for the next 50 minutes begins.

"Before I start the new lesson, did anyone have any questions on the homework?"

Three hands went up.

Kill me now. This is ridiculous as hell. 

...

"Following that formula, I'm pretty sure you guys can figure out what the answer is. Any more questions." Please no more. I have a migraine just listening to this voice. 

"Mr. Sapas, may I go to the nurse? I have a migraine."

"There's Advil in the drawer behind you. There's 20 more minutes of class. You can wait until then."

"Uh, Mr., you do realize that she's literally got a migraine, right? Regardless of the fact you have Advil, she should still go to the nurse to make sure it's nothing worse." Kat says.

"Jesus, you children give me a headache. Do you see complaining? No. In fact, Holly, don't get that Advil, and Kat, go to the principal's office."

What the hell? How does this man still have a job? 

"So, after we break those numbers down-"

Oh my god can this class be over already? It's so boring. 

Right after I thought that, four guys came out of nowhere and took the entire class. Charlie, Gavin, James, Rose, Ethan, Jacob, Preston, Anne, Rachel, Kat, and then Ash. The screams and yells of everyone pounded in my ear. 

Oh my god, what the hell is gong on? We never practiced this! What kind of fuckin' drill is this?

I blinked and suddenly I was slung on to someone's shoulder like a bag.

When I got a look at who it was, I realized it was the person who pinned me in the alleyway the other day.

No way in hell am I gonna let this happen.

I bent my arm in an awkward way and got it out of his grasp. I punched him in the face which only made him tremor a bit. 

So I kicked him in the balls again, and down we both went.

When I looked around, I realized it was just us two, and two other men on standby.

I was about to get up and start running. 

Until I felt a hand on my ankle.

"We're not playing this game, baby girl." He said.

"Oh what a shame. I wanted to."

"Enough of this. Hunter, get the laughing gas." He said."

"OH YOU'RE NOT FUCKING GASSING ME-"

Last thing I said before I knocked out.

...

About an hour passed, and I was in a room with James, a friend of mine I shared math class with.

"Oh my god, I have to be with you!" 

Oh geez. Great job Holly. 

"W-what's wrong with me?" James asked. 

"About every damn thing with you!" 

Bruh can you just shut the hell up for once? Way to go. He probably now thinks you hate him.

"Well then." I heard James mutter under his breath.

30 minutes or so went by and I looked out the window. I saw a somewhat of a war going on.

But the more I looked at it, I realized it wasn't a war. It was actually people training for something. I slowly approached the window and I stared. "Oh my God what the hell did I just say to you? I'm so sorry. I don't know half the shit that's coming out of my mouth."

"It's okay. If that's how you cope through this, then let it be. Being told everything is wrong with me isn't that bad. Just let me ask you one thing." James said.

"Sure, what's up?" I sat under the windowsill. 

"Do you truly think that?" He asked. 

"Think what?"

"That 'every damn thing is wrong with me'?" He asked, giving me a half-smile. 

I tilted my head up and sighed. "No. No I don't. I was just pissed. I mean, everyone has their things that are wrong with them, right?" I said, while James joined me under the windowsill. 

"Right."

"So, yeah. No, I don't think that about you."

"What about everyone else?"

"James!" I said, giving him a light hit on the shoulder, laughing.

"I'm joking, bro, come on."

We both kinda just sat there for a bit. I rested my head on his shoulder, trying jumble my thoughts together. 

I took a deep breath and lifted my head off and said something rather random. 

"Life is so weird. Sometimes I can't tell the difference between reality and my dreams. Like for example, I can't tell if this is the longest dream I've had, or the craziest thing I'm going through. Either way, this is so crazy, and I really don't wanna go through this anymore. I wanna fuckin' go home."

"Wow. That's, um. I don't know what to say about that." There was an awkward pause before James spoke up. "Holly, look. I can tell you're scared." He hesitantly grabbed my hand, which I'll be honest, threw me really off guard. "It's going to be okay, trust me. We'll make it out, alright? Just try to calm down, okay?"

I sighed. "Okay." I said, holding his hand. My bad habit of apologizing for everything kicked in. "I- I'm sorry James. I just fell deep into thought. And if we're being honest here, I am scared." 

"Don't apologize for your feelings, stupid."

I laughed. "Okay, okay. I'll try to relax." I let his hand go and I zoned out like an idiot.

Seconds pass before I realized something and did the exact opposite of what James had said.

I start panicking. 

 Oh my god, what's happened to me? I'm trapped in a room that I never wanted to be in, and I have no way of getting out. 

I sat up and started pacing around the room in nervousness.

 "Holly, y-you alright?" 

"Do I look like I am okay?" I yelled. 

"Do you want to talk about it?" He asked. 

I harshly exhaled.

"Do I look like I want to?!" I froze for a moment. "Oh my God. What the hell is happening to me?" I started crying. "James, what the hell is happening to me?!" 

"I don't know, Hol. I don't know either, I'm so sorry."

I circled the room once again, sat down on the bed, then I zoned out for what felt like an eternity.