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Dylan's POV:School was ok

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Dylan's POV:
School was ok. I walked to the bathroom and wetted my face. I was super tired, even though I slept last night I felt exhausted. My dreams have got a little bit weird. And it scares me. I looked in the mirror and all of a sudden the room for dark and white orbs floated around.

I gasped and shuddered

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I gasped and shuddered. "James?" I asked. The walls had this stringy substance on them. The light above me flickered and I whimpered. "James?" I asked again. I was alone. "James!" The sink was still running but now the sound echoed. I looked around frantically to see if James was around. The room went back to normal and I gasped.

"Dylan

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"Dylan. Are you ok?" James asked me as he walked into the bathroom. I slid down the wall and didn't say anything. "Dylan? What's wrong?" He asked. "Something's wrong. I had this really weird dream last night. And I was back in the dream but I was awake. It was like I was transported back into it while I was awake." I replied. James sat next to me and said "let's skip class for the rest of the day." "But we'll get in trouble." I said. James scoffed and said "so? We both need it. Come on." I stood up and whimpered. "What's wrong?" James said. I sighed and said "I'm scared. Scared of my dreams. I don't want to sleep." James put his arm around me and said "I'm here for you. Ok? You're my best friend and I won't let anything happen to you." We walked out of the bathroom and there were kids everywhere. "Hey. Dylan are you ok?" Holly asked. "We're skipping class. You can come with us or not." James said as he pulled me in the other direction.

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