Chapter 8

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I was in a room, no windows, no doors, and completely dark. I didn’t need light though I could feel him. He was here, somewhere. His laughter filled the room. If only I could sink my claws in his flesh and stop that noise. The laugh got louder. I roared, where is he! Wait, what was that, there! I jumped into the shadows… and I hit my nightstand.

’’’I opened my eyes. The sun was shining in my window. So it was a dream or really a nightmare. I looked at my bed it was torn up. How the heck did I do that? I looked in the mirror on my wall and a tiger looked back. Great, now that jerk is making me Change. I closed my eyes and focused.’’’

Then when I opened my eyes and looked in the mirror a girl looked back at me, a girl that needed some clothes. So I got up and got some clothes and fixed my nightstand, my clock said it was 7:06. I needed to be at school by 7:40 and it was a 10 minute walk, so I walked down the hall checked the door’s locks just to be safe.

Then I went and turned on the TV but nothing was on so I turned it off. By then it was 7:10. I walked around the house a bit. I mean sure I could have left early but I was trying to put as much time before I had to go to the same place that the creep was at for as long as possible.

I went to get a donut even though I wasn’t really hungry. I took my time but, by the time I was done it was only 7:15. Time is so mean it goes fast when you want it to go slow and slow when you want it to go fast. Well I could always make sure I have everything ready to go.

I got my bag together but I couldn’t find my book. I know it wasn’t in my room because I just fixed it, maybe by the back door? I went by the back door and saw my book outside by my tree. I ran outside, good thing it didn’t rain.

I picked up my book but a piece of paper fell out. At first I thought it was one of the notes I got in class yesterday but I knew I threw those away. I bent over and picked up the paper. There was only one sentence on it, in pretty nice hand writing, “Birds, they always ruin the fun don’t they?”

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