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Truths or Lies

Water was magically flowing into the glass case, with Holly and her fearful eyes inside. At first only the bottom of her feet shuttered because of the freezing water, but soon the water was at her ankles, making her feet feel like ice. She needed to get out of here. However, no matter how hard Holly's hands pounded the glass, the only thing that appeared was not on the glass, but rather the bruises that she made on her hands. Holly's voice hurt from her screeching and yelling, but no one was outside in the cement room beyond.
"Help" seemed like the only word in the universe now, but no one came to do it. Everything was silent but her muffled cries that eco in the glass box. Tears streaming down her cheeks adds to the water that's now at her knees, making her feel as cold as ice.
It's going to end, and it's going to end now, Holly thinks, but just then a creek comes from somewhere in the room. A door appears that she's pretty sure was not there before. It was a simple metal door with a handle covered in rust like the rest of it. A woman comes in, and Holly screams her loudest "Help!" so far. The woman takes no notice, and now the water's above Holly's waist. The woman's expressionless face focused forward as yet another door made it's way to the concrete walls as the other disappeared.
Holly sank down crying, and once she sat down the clear water covered her face and made it's way to the top of her head, wetting her light brown hair, making it look a dark chocolate color, almost like Callie's. Callie.
Because of all the tears flooding down her face and disappearing into the water beyond, Holly started choking. She stood up trying to get some air, but only a inch of air was not full of the water, making her eyes blurry, beside her tears. Pounding on the glass-making her bruises a nasty blackish purple-she finally understood what dying would be like, but as quickly as the thought came, she lost her consciousness...

Panting and sweating—making her white bedsheets wet—Holly wakes up from her dream. She takes ahold of her hair and lets out a relived sigh. It is as dry as could be. Everything was dry except her skin, moist from all her sweat. Holly winces embarrassedly at the little wet patches around her from sweating in her sleep. Just a dream, she repeats in her head, it was just a dream.
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Holly's annoying alarm screams in her ear. Groaning, Holly flips over to see the time. 6:51 her clock read.
"What?" she yells,  shocked. "In nine minutes I'm gonna be late! Why was my alarm so late for going off?" Holly checks her alarm to find out it did go off at the appropriate time, she just didn't hear it or react to it.
Changing into a black shirt with a pink tiger and a purple skirt, Holly races down her oak wood stairs and sprints into their square tiled kitchen. Grabbing a piece of toast-and not bothering to put any butter on it-Holly gets out of her house as soon as possible, taking a bite out of her bread.
She didn't even have time to admire the cloudless sky and the sun beams coming down on her. Holly's sneakers scratch and squeak on the worn-out concrete sidewalk. Grasping for breath, she hulls over but keeps moving, trying her best to be on time.
The bell rings and everyone scurries inside, but Holly's still a block away. Regaining her boundaries, Holly sprints as fast as she physically can, and runs through the doors. She jogs up two flights of stairs, and speed walks down the hallway, trying to make it in time.
Swinging open the cold door, Holly jumps inside. She didn't even look around the room, but instead quickly walks over to her desk. Holly tries not to look at Autumn, who she forgot was sitting next to her during homeroom.
Mrs. Benton shoots a glare at Holly and says, "Nice for you to join us, Miss Collins." Holly looks at the round clock in the front of the classroom that reads 7:09, while the class laughs, well everyone but Autumn, Holly notices. Is Autumn really over their friendship?
Mrs. Benton continues; "Like I way saying before Miss Collins interrupted me, today we're going to the library, so if you'd care to line up in a single file line by the door, we'll walk down to the second floor to the library."
Everyone scurries to get in line first, but Holly stays behind. Guess who does to? Autumn, who looks around quickly to make sure no one is watching, and whispers, "I heard you've been hanging by and around Jennifer, but let me just say, be carful."
Be careful? Holly thinks, yah, totally, you're just jealous that I found a new friend. Before she could share her thoughts out loud, though, Mrs. Benton yells at them to get in line. Still trying to avoid eye contact, Holly walks in front of Autumn and into the single file line. Mrs. Benton leads them out of the room, down two flights of dirty stairs, and into the library.
Looking for a classic, Holly scans the shelves. Romeo and Juliet seems begging her to pick it up, so she does. Holly scans the text, and smiles at a picture of them reuniting. Afterward, though, a frown appears on her face as she thinks of her, Autumn Grant, and the Gala Group. Putting the book away, Holly sits down quietly, pretending to read a biography of Albert Einstein. The minutes ticks by, as Holly wonders for more than the fifth time just that day, am I over the Gala group? Are they over me? She has to answer one of those questions, but she doesn't know how, or what her answer would be even if she could. 
Holly decides to clear her mind from all the confusion. She takes two deep breaths in, two out. Two in, two out. At first she thinks she should wait in the bathroom, but then remembers the book in front of her that she can read. The words on the page look like a mountain of words that you can just see through the thick and moist fog;