"So" A voice approached from the door frame. Clara looked over from her bed and saw it was Audrey. "You really did get his attention" Audrey laughed. "Yeah he seems really nice and we had fun" "Great, well I will see you tommorrow" "Hey is everything Okay?" Clara asked as Audrey went to leave. "Yeah I am fine" "You don't seem fine Audrey come on, you can talk to me, did i do something?" "No Clara you didn't" Audrey yelled. "Than what's wrong Audrey?" "I liked Dawson for years, I never had the courage to talk to him because everyone knows I'm the ugly girl." She blurted out with a tear rolling down her face. "You're not ugly, and I, I mean I honestly had no idea Audrey" "I wont talk to him if it helps" Clara offered. "No Clara, you're clearly happy with him, and I'm happy for you, I just wanted to get that off my chest, night Clara." Clara then stared as Audrey walked away while wiping her tears. "What am I supposed to do?" Clara thought. "How am I gonna pick between them" Her thoughts carried her away as she slowly fell asleep. "Hey Cara wake up" A familiar voice whispered. "Is it Cara or Clara? I am not good with names" the voice called again. Clara opened her eyes, she was in cabin, and a teenage girl sat right beside her. Clara looked over, the face looked so familiar. "Elodie?" Clara questioned to the girl as she rubbed her eyes awake. "Yup that's me" The girl replied while rolling her eyes. "Yeah I know who you are but why am I in a cabin?" "Clara, are you okay? We were clearly being chased by a psycho axe murderer back there, and ended up here, did you loose your memory or something?" "Okay but why am I with you? No offence or anything but I only talked to you once in history" Clara explained. "Yeah real funny Clara Young" Clara got up and looked out the window. "perhaps does the psychotic axe murderer have a creepy mask?" Clara asked Elodie. Elodie then looked out the window Clara was looking at. "Hide!" They both hid in the closet in the corner of the room as they heard the door nob rattle." The door then flew open and the sound of the floor boards creaking got louder then closer. Elodie looked over as the door to her side of the closet opened. She let out a horrid scream as it became quiet as the sound of axe slashing her head became loud.
"Clara" "Clara dear" Clara's Grandma whispered as she shook Clara's arm to awake her. Clara flew right out of bed drenched in sweat. "Did you run a marathon in your sleep dear?" Her Grandma laughed. "Something like that" She responded while rushing to get ready. "Audreys waiting for you in the kitchen, you don't want to be late Clara." "Yes Grandma" Clara got dressed and ran down to the kitchen and waved to Audrey. "Hey Mom" A voice came from the other room. Clara ignored it just knowing it's her Dad and Grandma talking "I found this axe in the shed" Clara froze. She walked back to the living room to listen. "Maybe your brother left it behind, I don't know Dan, I've never seen it before" "Wow that's an old one too, it's pretty rusty." Clara looked over and realized it was the same one from the dream. "Well keep it Dan, I don't want that garbage." Clara walked away and out the door with Audrey. "So Audrey" "If this is about Dawson I don't want to talk about it" Audrey interrupted. "No Audrey, it's not about Dawson, I had a nightmare again" "Okay? don't we all." Audrey joked. "Oh like one of your predicting death ones?" Audrey continued. "Yes, I um" Clara paused. "Do you not believe me Audrey?" "Of course I don't that's the craziest thing ever, I mean predicting death?" Audrey questioned. "Elodie Garcia" "What about her?" Audrey question while her expression was confused. "I watched her get axe murdered last night." "Woah, okay this took a turn let's change the subject" "Once you don't see Elodie at school you will know i'm telling the truth" Clara stated with an angry look on her face. "Good thing we're at school now, I'm gonna go say Hi to Elodie." Audrey laughed while look back at Clara from ahead.
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I Dream And You Die
HorrorClara Young, 16, going to a new school after a tragedy in her old town, nothing ever felt new about this to her because she moved a lot because something always occurred to happen. She moved all the time but this new town felt like fate, nice houses...