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name is Laura," she replied. We
stopped on the side of the school where the gym was. "She's a
sophomore, just transferred in from a school in
Indianapolis."
    “ How is she doing
this?”
    “ Somehow she’s taking
people’s fears and nightmares and turning them into
hallucinations.”
    "What do we do now?" I expected her to
say we should go for help, but I should have known
better.
    Willow clung tighter to my
hand.
    "We have to find the
source."
    "The source?"
    "Yes." She pulled and we plunged back
into what Willow called the sphere.
    Fire surrounded us again, but it was
now even higher and louder. From somewhere above us, ash began to
fall and coat the ground in a fine, gray blanket.
    "Laura made a decoy. That's what I was
facing in the hallway. She's actually somewhere else."
    "I really don't get how you know all
this," I said as Willow let go of my hand to open the back door of
the gym.
    My teammates inside had succumbed to
Laura's illusions and were screaming and shouting.
    "Eugene, the second you feel her
trying to make you see illusions, tell me," she said.
    We skirted around the edge of the gym
to get to the door. As we stepped out into the hallway, which now
stood eerily empty, she reached her hand out again and smiled at
me. I took it and nodded.
    We ran hand-in-hand through the
school. Willow seemed to know where she was going, so I let her
lead me through each hallway. I didn't know what was going on or
why this was happening.
    Willow was so focused on finding the
real version of Laura that I was sure any questions I had would go
unanswered.
    We turned a corner, still running, and
collided with someone.
    We fell to the floor, but I scrambled
to my feet and stared at the person we had run into.
    "Harry." Willow smiled and got to her
feet.
    Harry, the nerdy football player stood
in front of us.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 3
     
    "I believe that we are at
a precipice. A middle ground of sorts. We are confronted with a
great leap into darkness from the relative safety of light and
familiarity. The question is: Are we truly ready to take the leap
that on one hand could lead us into a time of prosperity and
increased safety but on the other hand could herald the beginning
of our certain end?"
      ~ Former Chief Minister of the Anyan's Alliance Thomas
Reddinger in a speech to the Council of Six.
     

     
    "Are you okay?" he asked.
    She nodded.
    I picked myself up and eyed
Harry.
    "Have you seen Laura anywhere?" she
asked him, but he just shook his head.
    "Not yet. I was coming to find you to
make sure you were safe."
    Willow flicked some stray hair out of
her face.
    "Thanks, Harry. But I can keep myself
out of trouble."
    "Obviously." Harry quirked an eyebrow
and glanced behind us.
    I glanced back and there
were about a dozen people with glazed-over eyes and dull
expressions on their faces walking toward us.
    "They're sleepwalking," Willow said.
"We should go."
    "I think she's in the
eighth-grade-English classroom," Harry said.
    "How do you know that?" I asked
fueling every syllable with mistrust.
    Why wasn't he affected by
the illusions?
    "All the people under her influence
are collecting in the area," said Harry. "It's like there's
something drawing them there."
    Willow turned on a heel and sprinted
down the hall. She didn't get far.
    The double-doors in front of us
slammed open, and people writhing in pain and shouting incoherently
tumbled through.
    They saw us and ran toward
us.
    "Your fault! Your fault!" they shouted
as they ran.
    The sleepwalking people collecting
behind us began shouting in unison with the people in front of
us.
    Laura's nightmare monsters began
oozing out of the cracks again, joining the sleepwalkers in
tightening the circle around us.
    A loud crash sounded behind us, and a
boy in a blue hoodie jumped through a broken window. Water pooled
at his feet, and then in a move that would resonate with me the
rest of the day, he