"Go away!"

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Holly's POV:The three of us headed to our seats in our class

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Holly's POV:
The three of us headed to our seats in our class. I propped my head up with my hand on my desk. I slept a lot but it felt like I didn't sleep at all. A yawn left my mouth and I felt myself falling asleep.

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I was back in the world I was in yesterday. There was an unfamiliar feeling in my body. It was power. There was a rock on the ground. I held my hand out in front of me. The rock turned into dust as I crushed it. I gasped. "James? Dylan?" I asked, my voice echoing. Nothing. The school looked different. Then I saw James. "James." I said as I walked toward him. He walked through me and I gasped. I turned around and watched him disappear. I sniffled, wishing that he would've heard me.

I stood up and walked deeper into the world

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I stood up and walked deeper into the world. There was a man standing at the end of the hall. "Hello?" I asked. He turned around, wearing a claw on his hand. My heartbeat began to race and I whimpered. "Holly. It's nice to see ya!" He said. I looked around for a weapon, nothing. I held my hand out in front of me. The man groaned and swung at me. One of the knives on his hand grazed my arm. I gasped and managed to hurt him with my powers. Then the school bell rung. I woke up and saw that mostly everyone had left the classroom. I grabbed my stuff and the hallways were empty. "James?" I said. I walked down the hall, looking for him. The halls being empty, was something that never happened. Ever. "Dylan where are you?" I heard James' voice. I panted and looked around for him. He was nowhere to be found.

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