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 Alarms erupted this morning, awakening even the most chronic sleeper. But while others roused, Sabrina lay still, trapped by nightmares of an elusive girl. Like herself in stature, yet different in every other way.

Such apparitions were startling because of the similarities to her mother. Sabrina entered the bathroom, her fingers tracing the now-infamous birthmark. Something was happening, and as gazes lifted to the mirror, she again appeared sallow and pale.

Gripping the counter, Sabrina fought to stay upright. On top of that, audible thumps resonated from the next room. From the beginning, friends believed Sabrina received support from various housemates. Though when she opened the door, the hallways appeared deserted—or so she thought.

"Did you make coffee?" Tatum asked, striding inside.

Sabrina sneered and shut the door.

"I'm sorry," Tatum said. "I assumed we were going to campus together."

Sabrina passed through the kitchen without a word and opened a cupboard.

"Are you alright?"

Sabrina forced a grin and arranged the mugs.

"Fine," she insisted. "A little under the weather."

Tatum groaned.

"If you say so."

Sabrina smiled, but wanted to change the subject.

"Did you see Lyndsey?"

Tatum nodded.

"Yeah, so enthusiastic."

Sabrina raised a brow.

"Not surprising. She's upbeat about everything."

Tatum shrugged.

"True, but there are benefits to knowing the elders."

Sabrina moved toward the window as Lyndsey and others assembled outside. Everyone that was, except Trina and Jasmine.

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