"Five?
"Lexa?" We both shared a smile as we pulled each other in for a long, overdue hug. "Where have you been?" He asked me in disbelief.
"It's kind of a long story," I said with a shrug. "Basically, I was sent back to my past, which is technicall...
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Bree, Eleanor, Zara, and I walked back to our shared room in silence, partly because we were tired from training, but mostly because we didn't really have much to say to one another. Bree and I are still not talking, Zara and I have our differences, and Eleanor was just her usual, quiet self. To say that there was thick tension between the four of us was an understatement. Not to mention, the small, stuffy elevator we were all stood in didn't help ease the uncomfortable silence. The four of us were in a different corner of the small box. I played with the hem of my sweater sleeve as the cliche music played softly. I was really starting to hate the piano tunes that resumed during each elevator ride.
Finally, after what felt like hours, a bell rung and the elevator doors slid open. I quickly stepped out of the tiny box, which was starting to feel more like a trap. My footsteps halted abruptly when I heard a loud gasp from behind me. I immediately spun on my heel and saw Eleanor frozen in place, standing right outside of the elevator. Her eyes appeared to be rolled to the back of her head, showing only pure white. The girl's mouth was ajar as she shook slightly.
Zara and Bree were also stopped a few steps in front of me. They watched Eleanor in confusion and concern. "Eleanor?" Bree spoke unsurely. She took a timid step towards the small girl. Bree slowly began reaching out to grab onto her shoulder, but before she made contact with Eleanor's arm, the brunette's shaky breaths finally came to a halt. Eleanor's eyes rolled back into place and her body seemed to slouch and relax slightly. Bree jumped backwards in fear at the sudden movement.
Eleanor's eyes darted around the room suddenly before landing on me. I was slightly taken aback when she started making her way towards me. Eleanor grabbed hold of my shoulders. I glanced at her hands and then her eyes with a confused expression. "Alexa," Eleanor breathed.
"Are you okay?" I asked her carefully. Eleanor's breath hitched in her throat as she stared into my eyes. Her hands were a bit shaky as she held onto my shoulders.
"She's been watching you," Eleanor spoke. Her tone was soft, almost as if she was afraid that somebody nearby would hear.
My eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
"She's been watching you," Eleanor repeated, a bit louder. Her grip on my arms tightened as her eyes darkened with caution. I subtly tried to break free from her hold on me, but she wouldn't let go. I was starting to become nervous by how serious she was becoming. "She's been following you."
"Who's been following me?" I asked Eleanor. I didn't understand what she was talking about. I just assumed that she had just had a vision, but the last time I lived through this.. none of her were of me. This never happened before.
Eleanor didn't answer my question. Instead, she tightened her grip on my arms and started shaking me slightly. "You can't trust her!" Eleanor suddenly exclaimed, catching the attention of the other kids around us.
I took a quick step backwards, but Eleanor moved with me. I could feel myself becoming overwhelmed with nerves suddenly. "Let go of me," I tried to speak calmly. I could almost hear the subtle waver in my voice though.
