Stuck at 8:15

Chapter 2

"This is a joke right?"
I look around to see who may be playing this trick on me but no one is there. Literally nobody is there.
Just a few trucks in a nearby ditch and some random strangers passing by. Not only that but it is still dark outside. Usually by the time I get to school it's light but for some reason it's not.

In her head:
I must look like a complete idiot.
Is my mind playing tricks on me?
First my family is mysteriously not home this morning and now this?

My mind can't comprehend what is going on and I begin to feel a faint so I decide it would be best to go back home and take the day off.

On the drive back I notice that the clock in my car reads 8:15am

In her head:
Is my clock broke?
This has to be a dream... right!?

I return home and pour myself a glass of water before heading back to my room to lie down.
Something must have come over me and I don't know what to do. All I can think is that this has to be a dream

In her head:
I'm going to wake up and everything will be as it should be.

2 hours later...

A loud knock on the door pulls me from my dreams and I rush to answer it.
When I open the door it's none other than, Zoey Taylor.

"Oh hi Zoey, what are you doing here?" I say kindly even though she truly doesn't deserve my kindness.

"How do you know my name?" She responds

What does she mean, how do I know her name? We grew up together, we use to be best friends who played in the daisies behind my house. We made paper snowflakes to hang on the trees in the winter and roasted marshmallows in the summer.
Is this a part of the prank?

"That's a good one Zoey but I know all about the little trick you're trying to pull. Where's the rest of the group are they out here?" I say looking around right outside my door.

"Oh I'm sorry I don't know what you are talking about I just came to welcome you to the neighborhood." Zoey says calmly.

"Haha, really funny. You know I've lived here for 9 years Zoey. We've lived next door to one another and had sleep overs at each others house since we were 7." I say really getting annoyed at this point.

"I really do not know what you are talking about but I just came to welcome you to the neighborhood and tell you that if you need anything I'm just next door." She says and starts to walk away.

In her head:
The Zoey I know would never offer to help if I needed anything.
She hasn't said a single nice word to me since the 8th grade.
Maybe she is telling the truth.

"Wait, I'm sorry I haven't got much sleep the last few nights. My name is Emma. Emma Davis," I say.

"I'm Zoey Taylor. It's nice to meet you." She says with a smile.

"Are you busy? I was just going to meet with a friend if you want to join." She says.

"Ya that would be great! I'm going to go grab my coat." I say and run back inside.

We hop into her baby blue Jeep that I surprisingly have never been in before.
Zoey and I were really close back then but around 8th grade she started acting really strange. It was almost like she had fallen off the face of the earth.

"So how long have you been In town?" She asks.

"Oh Uh, my family and I moved in last week." I make up just going along with it.

"Can I ask you a question Zoey?" I say.

"Sure." She replies.

"Why is it so dark?" I ask.