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Chapter 16 Rayla's POV {Weird Occurrences For Weird People}

It's the Spooks' Ball, and I'm impressed at how much the Art Club did in a week. The auditorium had been decorated to look like a cemetery, with fake gravestones and all. Then of course, people tripping over the gravestones.

Since apparently, Runaan says costumes are how Halloween works, I'm wearing all black with face paint on, pretending to be a shadow. It's a weird costume, but I'm a weird person. I have black headphones on, and I'm playing the music. More kids are coming in every minute, and I have to wear sunglasses because it's too bright. Alesa was right. It's quieter with headphones on.

I spot Callum, coming in. He's dressed as a... As a what. Not what is he dressed as, he's dressed as a what. Y'know, like the letters W H A T. Ah, never mind. He meets up with his friends, a ghost, a werewolf, and a vampire. Then a third person joins them, dressed as a black cat. They all disappear into the crowd, and I turn my attention back to the music.

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People keep requesting songs, and I'm kept busy until what, 8:00 PM? We started at 5:00, and I've been here for three hours, so yeah, 8.

Alesa walks up to the DJ stand. "Hey, Rayla, I can take over if you want." She offers.

"Yeah, thanks!" I say gratefully. My head is pounding, and I'm starting to get double vision again.

I walk outside to the school gardens, separating myself from the bright lights and loud noise of the auditorium. The moon is full tonight, and vaguely I remember standing under the full moon, holding two blades. I shrug it off.

I decide to explore the gardens, walking around trying to keep my balance. Callum would bring me straight home to Runaan if he caught me struggling to walk right.

The air is cold, and I shiver. Again, a memory surfaces, being so cold, swept along by a wave of snow. I blame it on the concussion, but I know that's not it. These- these things, whatever they are, memories, visions, hallucinations, we're the ones that caused me to have this stupid concussion in the first place.

I rub at the black bandana covering my hair and bandages. Being the only person with white hair and the only person with head bandages, I figured that it would be too easy to recognize me. Hence, the bandana.

I sigh, smacking a mosquito perching on my palm, poised to leech off my blood. I wiggle my fingers, and some part of my mind says that this isn't right, I'm only supposed to have four fingers. I laugh slightly at that one. Whoever heard of someone being born with four fingers?

Just then, I hear voices up ahead. I suck into the bushes to avoid encountering a bunny and a ghost making out. I shake my head, gagging, and walk off.

I hear another set of voices ahead, and I turn to leave, but something stops me. One of the voices belongs to Callum. Silently, I turn back to watch him. He's walking with the cat from earlier, and they're talking. Laughing.

I track them through the gardens, my black sneakers living up to their name as I make no sound, slipping through the darkness after them. Finally, they stop at a bench, sitting down. And I watch them, not knowing what happens next. Then my heart stops as-