"Hey Lyds," Stiles said during our AP Chemistry class, "uhh what happened to your arm?"
I looked down and noticed a scratch on my right arm. I thought it was just a dream.
"Prada must've scratched me." Trying to sound as casual as possible.
"Your dog?"
"No, my designer handbag. Yes, my dog." Sarcasm at it's best. "And how do you know I have a dog?"
"Elementary my dear." Stiles said lacking in his british accent, though his smirk just saved him from my ironic comeback.
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Lunch became even more chaotic than usual, but I managed to get a table with Stiles while the others paid their lunch. My mind was elsewhere, thinking if I was going insane, or if the nightmare was actually real.
"Stiles, I have a question."
"Spill it."
"Don't think I'm crazy, okay. But is uhh... is Scott a -" I said interrupted by Kira.
"Hey guys!" Kira said placing her food down, "We should all go somewhere today!"
"Can't. I have work today. I'm never free on Thrusday, Friday, and Saturday on 3:30-7:30pm." Stiles said.
"No one cares." Scott said grinning at Stiles.
"Hey! Just letting y'all know." Stiles said, lifting his hands up like he was under arrest.

I stared at the new teacher. Something about her seemed odd. I began to feel really dizzy and lost some vision from both of my eyes. I excused myself and headed to restroom, but it was more complicated than that. The hallway seemed narrow and emptiness began to surround me. Somehow, I thought that my ears were deceiving me because I heard echoes from a musical box.

Rain, rain
go away.
Come again
another day.

Nothing but echoes and darkness was in the hallway.
Wake up! Wake up! Run away!

My thoughts were everywhere. My head started to hurt, and I leaned against the wall.
Run away! Before it's to late! Or stay if you wish to die.
I tried to run, but my legs felt sore and my feet felt like it weighted more than 100 pounds.

Hide! It's coming! She doesn't like company.
"She? Who's she?" I whispered. But I never received an answer. I stumbled upon the nearest classroom and quickly hid inside. There I saw the music box when I was little. That's how I learned a majority of my nursery rhymes.

She's here. Hide!
I hid myself in one of the closets of the Chemistry Lab. Lab coats hung neatly, now have fallen by slamming myself into the closet.
She's approaching you! Your not safe.
The doorknob of my closet began to rumble.
Goodbye.
I screamed as I saw who she was. My life was never safe from the beginning.