Chapter 8

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I wake up the next morning in my own bed. Or at least i think it's morning. But when I look out my little window I see that it's dark outside. What the flack? My dad suddenly appears in the doorway with a menacing look on his face. I start to scream but no sound comes out. I scrabble frantically trying to get my window open, but it has been painted shut. I can see Charlie on the other side, watching, doing nothing. "Charlie!" I scream. "CHARLIE," I'm yelling frantically through the glass but again, he can't hear me. "Charlie.." I try once more as my father advances upon me.

Suddenly, I am being shaken awake by none other than Charlie. "Money, money, it's okay, it was just a bad dream, he explains. I sigh in relief. Looking Up, I find that were in the car, and it's still daylight. But I realize that I can't remember anything that had happened since meeting the boys. What the flack is going on? Wait...Charlies face is morphing into Harrys,then Nialls, then Liams,Louis,Zayns,and Pauls.

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