Drowning (1st book)

4. School scare

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Song: Bottom of the river
-Kirsten
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Last night I was too scared to sleep, but eventually I drifted off.

I dreamt of the strange demon killing me in many different ways. For some reason, drowning scared me the most.

I hear myself scream, and that pulls me out of my terrifying nightmare.

I jerk up from my pillow, covered with sweat.

"Rose?" My mother asks while walking into my room. I stare at my wall for a while, terrified.

Should I tell her? I want to tell her. I'd feel better if I told her. What if the demon kills her too? You can't, Rose. Don't do it. Do not put your mother's life in jeopardy because you feel a little scared. You can handle this!

"Just a mere nightmare," I push the lie through my teeth with great effort.

"Okay, get ready for school," my mother says, stroking my hair.

Once she leaves, I grab the salt on my night stand and make a circle of salt around my bed.

I put the salt down and walk towards my closet.

"Arg!" I scream as I slip on salt.

I make a large crashing sound as I land on my butt.

"Rose, are you okay?" my mom yells from her room.

"Yes," I sigh. Evil demon- 1, stupid mortal- 0.

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The bell rings loudly. I swear someday I'm gonna lose a couple decibels of hearing.

I walk swiftly to my first period, English.

My school is tiny because I live in a small town. You might even call it a village. Everyone knows everyone.

I enter my classroom. There are only fifteen students in my class.

I spot Gretta at the front of the classroom. She waves and smiles at me. She pats the seat next to her signaling me to sit there.

I don't want to. I'm tired of her bossing me around, but I know she feels bad. Plus, I don't want to be friendless.

I sit by Gretta.

"Hi," she whispers," I'm sorry."

Our teacher, Mr. Tyler, starts to talk about the book we're reading in class, Jane Eyre.

I think about what Gretta just said. Do I really want to forgive her?

"That's good, Gretta," I whisper, with eyes locked on my notebook.

She scrunches her eyebrows.

"What's good?" she questions.

I look at her sharply.

"That you're sorry."

"You aren't going to forgive me?" Gretta asks looking very hurt. I don't care, I'm tired of being controlled by her.

"Wasn't planning on it," I say, narrowing my eyes.

"Miss White, Miss Millar, are you discussing something more interesting than Jane Eyre?" Mr. Tyler hisses.

My eyes go wide with embaressment.

"N-No sir," I stammer.

He looks at us for a while, wondering what to do with us.