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Hi guys. Welcome to my story. This is my first WattPad thing. Get prepared for some mediocre plot twists, run on sentences, and bad jokes/puns. Enjoy!
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I wake up in a cold sweat. All I can see is darkness. My breathing quickens. Am I finally dead?  I think with slight excitement. Sighing with relief, I close my eyes and start to drift off to sleep again, for my head was pounding, which was probably just a side effect of the afterlife. Right?

FSHWOO. A flash of light suddenly passes beneath my eyelids. Quiet voices chant something unidentifiable in the background of the flashback I had now succumbed to. My arm. What's on my arm? A needle. What's happening? Oh God, I'm feeling dizzy again. Falling...falling...

The lights flicker on. I tear my eyes open, waking up in a cold sweat. Why does this feel like Deja Vu?

"Um...what're you doing here?" A grizzly voice behind me asked. Looking closely at his name tag, he was a janitor named Steve.

"Where am I?" I felt myself starting to panic.

"The school library, idiot, where else? It's only 7:08, you better go get yourself to the office."

'The Office'? I thought I was in school, not the workplace! And since when do I go to school?

"Um, yeah I'll go do that," I mumbled, unsure how to respond. What is even going on? I know how to walk and talk, but everything about my life is fuzzy. After stumbling my way to the  door, I close my eyes, trying to at least remember my own name. But all I see is the needle once again, stabbing my arm, and my brain...shutting...down...

"Camille?"

My eyes open, and I find myself leaning against a printer next to the door to this "library."

"Camille, what are you doing? You're never here this early!"  A girl said. Oh shoot who is this person.

"Oh yeah hahaha I know right?"  I bared my teeth so it vaguely resembled a smile and continued, "How are you...guuuuurrrrlllll...?"

She stared at me for what felt like years. Finally, she opened her mouth to chuckle.

"Hehe, classic Camille."

So my name's Camille. Ew I hate that.

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