Fate: Race to the End

Ch.2- Next Day

In the morning, I wake with a terrible headache. I feel something drip from my hands.
I look down at my hands to see a tiny stream of blood coming from each finger.
I run to my bathroom to look for first aid supplies. When I stop to look in the mirror, I see blood coming from my eyes, nose, and even my head. "What in the world is going on"!
Then the bleeding stops all of a sudden, and there are no traces that I was ever bleeding. No blood stains, scratches, or cuts. Just nothing. I wonder if I am going insane.
I go to my room to get dress for school. I look in my closet to look for my favorite pair of heels. Where are they? 'I wish they would just magically appear', I think. "I guess I will just have to find a different pair then", I sigh. Just then I feel a weight in my left and right hand. You can probably guess what happened.
I look at my hands to see a pair of red and black Versace platform heels. The heels just appeared out of thin air. This is getting really creepy.

"Did you sleep well Iman?", my mom asked me. "Not exactly. I've just been having the weirdest things happen to me over the past 24 hrs", I say. My parents give each other worried looks. "Like what"? My dad asks. "Nothing too bad", I try to downplay. I really don't want my parents to have to worry about me anymore.
I grab an orange, bottle of water, and a muffin on my way out the door. "See ya later", I say.

My school has a large student population. I probably haven't even met everyone in my grade, which I am in the 11th. You probably are thinking wouldn't it be safer to be home schooled. Wrong. I'm not any safer at home. Actually being surrounded by a lot of people will keep most of my hunters away since none of them are too big on causing a scene.
While I was walking to my drama class, some jock knocked my notebook out of my hands. Before the notebook reached the ground, it came back up to my hands. 'Woah', I think. I run to drama class before I am late.
"Morning class", says Mrs. Henson. "Today I will put you all in groups to come up with an original script for a play. Whichever group writes the best script, their play will be performed in our spring show. The first group will be Jose, Ashley, Margaret M., Margaret G., Joe, Kasey, Zaria, Iman, and our new student Alex CarMichael", my teacher says.
I wasn't aware that we got a new student. Well the school is big so. Alex was absolutely handsome and has a smile to die for. Alex just happens to look up and catch me staring. I look away with embarrassment. I can't believe I was staring at him. I slap my forehead.
I listen to my teacher finish calling out the groups. "Now that I have all the group's assembled, please start discussing ideas with your group members", she says. Let us just hope this goes smoothly.