Текст книги "The Fallen Star"

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conversations, I wouldn’t have found out that Alex could feel the electricity too. And 193/695

that he thought I was the one that was causing it. Plus, I’d found out all that other stuff.

(I say other stuff because I have no idea what that “stuff” is exactly).

Besides, I’m not a firm believer in the whole ignorance is bliss motto. I needed to know, even if it turned out to be something bad.

Without any further indecisiveness, I hopped off my bed and went into Marco and Sophia’s room. I’d only been in their room a couple of times—and never by myself. But every time, I’d felt uncomfortable. But being in here now, all alone, was way worse. The place was really creeping me out. It felt like I’d stepped into a cemetery in the late hours of the night, instead of into my grandparents’

room midday.

Although the creepy factor might have been coming from Sophia’s perfectionist touch. Every single thing in the room was perfectly in place. And almost everything 194/695

matched. The white four post bed matched the armoire and the nightstand. The pink bedspread coordinated flawlessly with the roses on the wallpaper. The bed skirt and the curtains were made of the same frilly lace.

There was no clutter anywhere. The whole room was probably about as sterile as a hospital, which had me a bit worried. If I touched something, would she be able to tell? Maybe. I guess I’d just have to be careful.

Very, very careful.

I decided to check the closet first because…well, I’m not sure why other than it seemed like just as good a spot to start with as any.

Moments later, I ran into a problem. I realized I had no clue what exactly it was I was looking for. Still, I didn’t want to just give up. So I continued to search through the massive amounts of clothes hanging up in the closet, and through the shoe boxes that 195/695

were stacked on the closet floor, hoping that I’d know what “it” was when I found it.

But when I’d finished looking through everything, I came up empty-handed.

Whatever I was looking for wasn’t in the closet.

I moved on to the armoire, then the night stand. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary, though. I even checked under the bed, despite the fact that I knew I wouldn’t find anything under it.

Neat freaks never put things under their bed.

I let out a frustrated sigh. I should’ve known this would be a waste of time. I mean what had I expected to find? A secret letter explaining what was going on. Yeah, right.

Like that would ever happen.

Nothing is ever that easy.

Giving up, I headed to leave. But I slowed to a stop when I spotted a wood bench, lined with throw pillows. There was a 196/695

small latch on the front of it. As good of a place as any to hide something, right?

I carefully removed the pillows from the bench, and then held my breath as I un-latched the lock. I half expected an alarm to go off or something, but the only sound it made was from the hinges squeaking when I lifted open the lid.

Inside were books, old photos of Sophia and Marco in various places, a box of pressed flowers, some ribbons and cards. Nothing unusual, or at least that’s what I thought until I picked up the final object—a glass swan with a bright orange beak—and noticed the floor of the bench rocked slightly. Setting the swan aside, I used the palm of my hand to put pressure on the board. It popped up on one side, and....Ta-da! A secret compartment. Whatever I was looking for had to be in there. It just had to be.

I removed the board the rest of the way and found a single manila envelope hiding 197/695

beneath it. My hands started to sweat as I picked up the envelope. This was it. This was what would give me my answers.

I unwound the piece of string that sealed the envelope shut. The very first thing I came across was the papers stating that Marco and Sophia had custody of me.

Well, so much for my kidnapping theory.

I sifted to the next item; a piece of blue-lined paper with my name and a list of dates written on it in red ink. I recognized the flawless handwriting as Sophia’s. There were five dates total, all seeming random with no visible order. At least from what I could tell, anyway. The oldest date dated back nearly fourteen years ago, and each had a check mark next to it, except for one. February 8 of this year.

My heart stopped.

I couldn’t breathe.

Okay, so you’re probably wondering why I was freaking out. And, trust me, I was 198/695

majorly freaking out. To you, I’m sure the date seemed completely ordinary. But to me it wasn’t. It was a more significant date than even my birthday. That’s because February 8th was the precise date I’d first felt the prickle that had released my emotions.

I felt sick to my stomach. Why would Sophia have written this down? And what did these other dates mean? None of them held any importance, at least as far as I knew.

I pressed my clammy hand to my forehead. I had a headache. A big, full of confusion, headache.

But I needed to get it together and figure out more.

I took a deep breath and looked at the next paper, a cream colored one with a gold border. My Birth Certificate. My fingers trembled as I read my mother’s name listed at the bottom. Jocelyn Lucas. It was the first time I’d ever known her name, yet it felt as 199/695

familiar as my own. It was a beautiful name.

I bet she was beautiful too. My stomach fluttered with excitement as I skimmed over to the line beside it—the one where my father’s name was listed. Or should have been listed. It was blank. My heart sank. Why would it be blank? I had to have a father.

What, had he not wanted me or something?

No. That couldn’t be it. Sophia and Marco had told me that both of my parents had died in a car accident, which meant they still had to have been together—we had to have been a family, right? I wasn’t sure. I wasn’t sure of anything.

I stared down at the blank line, trying not to cry and telling myself that everything would be okay—that I’d figure everything out. That’s when I heard the downstairs door slam shut. I just about jumped out of my skin. I hurried and stuffed the papers back into the folder, except the one with the list of dates on it. On a sporadic impulse, I decided 200/695

to shove that one in my pocket. I set the envelope back into the secret compartment and placed the bottom board back on top of it. I piled the rest of the stuff back inside the bench, closed the lid, and threw the pillows back on, knowing full well Sophia was probably going to noticed how unorganized everything was and would know someone had been in here.

But oh well. I’d deal with that later.

Right now, I had bigger problems to deal with.

I tiptoed over to the door and cracked it open. I could hear Marco and Sophia voices chattering downstairs so, holding my breath, I slipped out into the hallway and padded back to my room, gently shutting my door behind me.

I let out a huge exhale. That was close.

Way too close. But it was worth it. I took the list out of my pocket and stared down at the 201/695

dates. What did they mean? I mean, they had to be linked to one another somehow.

Not knowing what else to do, I started for my computer, figuring there was no harm in doing a quick search on the internet to see if anything came up. But before I could even get it turned on, someone knocked on my door.

My muscles seized up. Had Sophia already discovered I’d been snooping in her room?

No, there was no way.

“Gemma.” Sophia said through the door.

“Are you in there?”

I stared at the door, frozen and mute, with the image of her on the other side of it, all red faced and pissed off, embedded way to clearly in my mind.

“Gemma!” she yelled, banging on the door again.

My adrenaline soared, and I couldn’t seem to bring myself to move.

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“Gemma, open this door up. Now!” I shoved the list of dates back in the pocket of my jeans, reminded myself to breath, and opened the door.

Yep. There she was all red faced and pissed off.

“Could you move any slower?” she asked snappishly.

I shrugged. “I don’t know? Maybe.” Her temper flared. “Next time you better hurry up.”

I rolled my eyes. “Did you need anything else?”

She pushed past me into my room and gazed around like she was searching for something.

“Umm…what are you doing?” I asked, crossing my fingers she wasn’t looking for the list of dates stashed inside the pocket of my jeans, which, right now, had seemed to have taken on the weight of lead.

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“Are you ready to go to your field trip?” she asked, still staring around my room.

“Wha…My astronomy fieldtrip?” God, I’d completely forgotten about that.

“Yes, your astronomy fieldtrip,” she snapped impatiently. “It’s tonight, right?” I slowly nodded. “But I think I’m going to skip out on it.” I know I’d really been looking

forward

to

going

to

it

and

everything—getting the opportunity to look through a telescope was something I’d wanted to do forever—but at the moment, it just seemed irrelevant. What I wanted to do was to stay here and find out what the list of dates meant, before Sophia found out it was missing. Anyway, I’d skipped out on school today, and showing up at this fieldtrip would eliminate the old I-was-sick excuse.

“No, you’re going,” she ordered.

“Why?” I asked, eyeing her over suspiciously. “I mean, why do you even care?

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You’ve never cared before. So what’s with the sudden interest?”

She fidgeted nervously, smoothing out invisible wrinkles on her perfectly pressed navy blue sweater. “There is no sudden interest. I just want you out of this house for awhile. That’s all”

Ouch. That stung. “Fine. I’ll go for a drive then.”

“No, you’re going to the fieldtrip.”

“But you just said that all you cared about was me being of the house, so what does it matter where I go just as long as I go,” I argued. “Besides, I missed school today.”

“And whose faults that?”

“You’re the one who didn’t wake me up when my alarm didn’t go off.” She

scowled.

“You’re

going.

End.Of.Discussion.”

And it was, because she left.

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Bursting with anger, I kicked the door, but not hard enough to do any damage. I let out a frustrated sigh. She was hiding something. And whatever I had to do, I was going to figure out what it was.

Chapter 11

A half an hour later, bundled up in a heavy black coat, purple gloves and a matching beanie, I was climbing out of my Mirage and onto the ice-skating-of-a-rink school parking lot. It was cold and dark, and I had only one lamppost to light the way to the entrance of the school. Plus, no one was around.

Needless to say, I was freaked out a little.

The icy air seeped through my clothes and burned coldly against my skin. My breath puffed out of my mouth in a cloud of smoke. I yanked my hood over my head, zipped up my coat, and picked up my pace toward the school. I’d made it about halfway when I suddenly got the shivers. I’d have chalked it up to the fact that it was as cold as 207/695

death out here, but the flash of yellow I saw from my peripheral vision told me otherwise.

I started to jog, my eyes scanning the parking lot frantically. The flash could have been from a headlight of a passing car. That’s what I tried to convince myself until I caught sight of two eye-shaped yellow lights flashing wilding in a cluster of nearby trees.

“Oh my God,” I breathed and jetted off in mad sprint, my adrenaline pulsating like mad. The monster was back. Or maybe it had never left. Maybe it had been waiting around for the perfect moment when I’d be wandering around in a dark parking lot by myself.

How could I be so stupid? I’d been so focused on the whole Alex and Sophia thing when, really, what I should have been focus-ing on the fact that there were real-life monsters around that wanted to kill me. And now my

mistake

had

left

me

completely

vulnerable.

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My footsteps thudded loudly as I ran as fast as I could across the ice. I heard a swoosh, and I flicked a glance over at the cluster of trees just in time to see the silhou-ette of an inhumanly tall figure emerging from them.

I ran like I’d never run before. The entrance door of the school was getting closer.

If I could just make it inside the school then, hopefully, there’d be other people around, and I might be okay. But as I glanced back one more time at the monstrous creature, I saw its demon eyes blazing violently beneath the hood of its cloak, and the next thing I knew, it charged for me.

I knew I was a goner.

My skin buzzed, and then I was slamming into something solid. I screamed as I lost my balance and started to fall toward the ground. But someone caught me by the arm.

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asking, why I was being rude to the person who had just saved me from falling flat on my butt? Because I knew who this person was without even looking, and I didn’t want him touching me, even if he had just saved me.

“What the heck were you doing?” Alex asked, sliding the hood of his olive green coat off of his head.

I backed away from him, putting some space between us. But not too much space since the more space there was between him and I meant the less space there was between the death creature and me. “I was…” I shot a panicked glance over my shoulder. Nothing.

No inhumanly tall figure. No glowing yellow eyes. Even the dim lamppost had burnt out, the only light now coming from inside the school.

My legs felt wobbly and my hands were shaking. “Heading into the school,” I told him as I walked unsteadily past him.

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“But why were you running?” he asked, following after me.

My heart was beating so hard that I almost wondered if it was trying to escape and free itself from this madness. I know I wished I could. I was scared. More scared than I’d ever been in my entire life. “Just leave me alone.”

“No.” He matched my pace, strolling alongside of me. “Not until you tell me what you were running from.”

I yanked open the door and shot him an angrily look. I wasn’t in the mood for his crap. “Are you going to tell me what you were talking to Sophia about?”

“It was nothing important,” he said indifferently.

I shook my head and stepped inside the warm and brightly lit hallway. Then I let the door go right in his face. I couldn’t deal with him right now. Not when there could be monsters skulking around outside, waiting 211/695

for the moment when they could finally kill me.

The astronomy classroom was packed with people by the time I got there. Some of the people I recognized from my class. Others I’d never seen before. Hold on. Let me take that back. I had seen them. With my town’s population being a mere glitch above 1,000, I’d basically seeneveryone who lived here. I just didn’t know most of their names.

I headed up to my table that I sat at during class. Aislin was already there, wearing a pink fur trimmed coat. The same pink fur also trimmed her gloves and the top of her boots. She kind of reminded me of a big, pink bunny. I tried not to laugh.

I was really loosing it, wasn’t I?

She was texting on her phone, but glanced up as I sat down. “Hey Gemma.” She smiled.

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The polite thing for me to do would be to smile back. Or at least asked her if she was feeling better since she’d been out sick for the last few days, but right now, polite was not in my vocabulary. So I muttered a grumpy, “Hey.” Then sank back in my chair and stared down at the table.

“Is something wrong?” she asked.

I opened my mouth to say…well, who knew what would have come out considering the mood I was in. I didn’t get a chance to speak, though, because Alex showed up and that was that.

“What took you so long?” Aislin asked him, flipping her phone shut.

Alex’s eyes stayed glued on me as he lowered himself into the chair. “I found Gemma running around lost out in the parking lot and had to help her out.” I scowled at him. “I wasn’t lost.” A smile threatened at his lips. “Oh really.”

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“Yes really,” I snapped, and closed my eyes, trying to pretend he wasn’t there and that the yellow-eyed creatures weren’t real. I tried to imagine that I hadn’t found Sophia and Alex discussing…whatever the heck it was they’d been discussing. That there was no list of dates tucked away in my pocket. I tried to pretend I was just a normal girl whose life made sense.

Problem was, I’d just seen the monster right outside. And that piece of paper with the list of dates on it was practically burning a hole in my pocket. Plus, the jolt of electricity shimmying up and down my back made me hyperaware that Alex was close by.

Still, I kept my eyes closed until I heard a loud clap. Then I sighed and opened my eyes back up.

Mr. Sterling was standing behind his podium. He wasn’t dressed in his normal teacher attire, instead sporting jeans, sneakers, 214/695

and navy blue coat. A black baseball cap covered his bald head.

He quickly took role and handed out a packet of papers to each table. Then everyone filed outside to the bus.

I bounced up and down, freezing and nervous as I waited in line to get on. I didn’t see a single sign of anything yellow and glowing, except for the bus’s lights. I wasn’t going to let my guard down, though. I was going to be very careful and stay close to someone at all times.

A first for me, but hey, this was my life we were talking about here.

By the time I got on the bus, every single seat had someone in it. Great. Where was I supposed to sit?

The little orange lights on the ceiling spotlighted down on me, and I felt like such a loser, standing there searching for someone to sit by. I’d never talked to anyone besides Aislin and Alex. And Aislin was 215/695

already sitting by some guy wearing a black beanie. My only other option was to sit by Alex because, of course, he was sitting alone.

As I deliberated whether or not sitting by him was an option, I walked by Kelsey Merritt. She was sharing a seat with Anna Miller and Sarah Monroe, all of them donning white coats and pink scarves like they were eight-year-old triplets or something.

Kelsey smirked up at me. “Lost?” she asked vindictively.

I should have known what was coming next, but I was too distracted with the whole where-should-I-sit dilemma, and didn’t notice when she stuck her leg out into the aisle right in front of me. I had very little time to react. I stumbled clumsily over her boot, but fortunately, for the sake of face planting it onto the ground right in front of everyone, I managed to brace myself on the back of a seat.

“You’re such a Loser.” She snickered.

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The urge to slap the smirk right off of her face welled up in me like a bubbling volcano about to erupt. I felt the prickle poke at the back of my neck like it was giving me the go head. At least that’s how I chose to take it. I lifted my hand, preparing to strike. But before I could swing it down, a set of warm fingers caught me by the arm. Electricity glittered my skin as Alex dragged me to his seat.

I glowered at him, but deep down—and I mean way deep down—I felt grateful. I mean, what would hitting her have solved? Nothing, except for me probably getting suspen-ded from school.

Still, I felt the need to protest. “I didn’t need your help.” I jerked my arm away from him.

“Now we both know that’s not true.” He smiled arrogantly. “What were you planning on doing exactly? Hitting her?”

“No,” I lied.

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He stared at me, unconvinced.

I folded my arms across my chest. “Well, so what if I was? She would have deserved it.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You and your temper.

“I don’t have a temper,” I argued, which yes, I know, was a lie. I did have a temper. A big one. And it seemed to be getting bigger by the minute. But I couldn’t help it. My emotions only got unleashed a couple of months ago. Of course they were going to be a little intense.

“I beg to differ,” he said.

I rolled my eyes. “Whatever.” Then we just stared at each other.

Through the sounds of people talking, I thought I could make out Aislin’s laugh.

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I turned to face him. “The only way that’s not going to happen is if you tell me what the heck you were talking to Sophia about.”

“I can’t,” he said simply.

“Why not?”

“Because I just can’t.”

“That’s it? That’s your answer?” He nodded. “It’s the only answer I can give you.”

I threw my hands in the air exasperatedly. “But you’ve told me absolutely nothing.”

He actually looked a little sad. “I know.” The bus jerked forward and the lights went out. It got dark. Really, really dark.

And then, we were off.

I turned away from Alex, tried not to think about the fact that I was about to break the promise I’d made to myself to never go back to the mountains, and let the gentle buzz of sparks lull me into a semi-relaxing 219/695

state until the bus was pulling into Star Grove, a small park that resided at the bottom of the foothills. It was surrounded by tons of trees, and I suddenly wished I’d gone home. After what had happened in the parking lot, I should have jumped in my car, drove back to my house, locked the doors, and never left the house again.

But instead, here I was, sitting in a bus that had taken me up to the forest. All because I'd let myself get distracted. If I hadn’t been so caught up with attempting to get the truth out of Alex, maybe I’d have thought things through better and jumped off the bus before it pulled away.

But I didn’t. And now I was stuck on a bus next to Alex. I wished he’d just tell me what was going on. I wished I could trust him. It would have been nice to have someone I could trust and be able to confide in about the yellow-eyed monsters. Yeah, it was a nice thought. But it was only wishful 220/695

thinking. And whether wishes were made by blowing out birthday candles, or on a shooting star, they never came true.

In a large, plowed-out area, in the center of Star Grove, telescopes were scattered about. As soon as we stepped off the bus, Alex darted off to the closest one. But Aislin protested, insisting that if we went up front then we’d have a “better view.” I’m not sure if I understood her logic, but I didn’t argue because the closer to the front we were meant the farther we were from the trees.

Aislin placed her glove covered hand on top of a telescope. “What about this one?

Does it work for everyone?” Alex shook his head and let out a frustrated sigh. “You’re the one who is being picky Aislin, so just choose one already.

Gemma and I were fine with the first one.” Aislin tapped her finger on her chin as she looked down at the telescope, then up at 221/695

the sky, then at Alex. “Well…if this one’s okay with you guys, then I’d like to use it. It’s got a great view.”

“Yes, it’s fine.” He stomped up to the telescope and twisted the knob, adjusting the lens.

Aislin sighed and retrieved the instructions from her pocket. “Who wants to go first?” she asked, unfolding them.

Alex looked at me, that all too familiar teasing smile creeping across his face. “I bet Gemma would love to go first.” I rolled my eyes, but stepped up to the telescope anyway. As I rested my hand on top of it, excitement bubbled up inside me. I couldn’t believe it was going to be my first time looking through an actual telescope.

“Which constellation am I supposed to find first?” I asked Aislin.

“Ursa Major,” she told me.

I put my eye to the cold lens and twisted the knob to focus it. Even though Mr.

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Sterling had given a brief demonstration on how to use a telescope, I could only get the sky to look like a dark, splotchy blur with streaks of sliver.

“Haven’t you ever used a telescope before?” Alex asked me. He hadn’t taken more than a step back when I’d come up to the telescope, and was still standing close to me, invading my personal space.

“Nope,” I said flatly.

He moved even closer, reached an arm around each side of me, and placed his hands on the telescope. Sparks twinkled against my skin like stars. It made my heart melt.

I thought about jabbing him in the side with my elbow so he’d move back.

My elbow wasn’t having any part of it, though.

“Let me know when they come into view,” he whispered, his breath feathering across my neck.

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A warm shiver tickled down my spine.

The good kind of shiver—the kind that steals your breath away.

Moments later, the sky shifted into focus. “I can see them,” I whispered, awe-struck by how beautiful the stars were.

He dropped his arms, but didn’t step away. I didn’t care, though. The view was too amazingly perfect and surreal to care. The way the stars sparkled, and the patterns they created. There was something serene in how all of them seemed to fit together, like pieces of a puzzle. A puzzle that, strangely, I felt like I was a piece of.

As I stood there, gazing up at stars, getting swept away, my head started to hum. At first it was only a low hum, nothing too horrible or concerning. But as the low hum swelled into a full-on shrilling ring, I thought my head was going to explode. I dropped my hand and jumped back, suddenly feeling as if I was falling.

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Then everything went black.

The next thing I knew, I was standing in the middle of a snowless field. I had no idea how I’d gotten there. Maybe I’d somehow passed out and was dreaming? It didn’t feel like a dream, though.

I felt very awake.

A gust of wind blew up from behind me, and I suddenly felt like I wasn’t alone. I turned around, pieces of tall grass hissing at my legs. In the distance, I saw two figures surfacing; one tall and the other very small.

I couldn’t make out their faces, but it wasn’t because of the dark. A blurry haze blocked them out like bad reception on a TV

screen. But the haze only rested over the faces. Everything else was as clear as day.

“We’re almost there.” It was a lovely voice that spoke. Not too high, or too low, and there was no denying it belonged to a 225/695

woman. It sounded almost familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.

The smaller figure, I was almost certain, was a little girl. She walked with a bounce, excitement springing in her voice when she said, “I’m so excited.”

“I know,” replied the woman. “And you should be. There is a lot to be excited about.” They were only a few footsteps away from me now, and I waited for them to notice me standing there. But as they continued by me as if I were nonexistent, I wondered if they could see me at all.

“Hello,” I called out.

Nothing.

I followed after them.

They came to a stop beside a tall oak tree. The silver glow of the moon glimmered across their blurry faces. The only details I could make out about them were that they both had long, dark hair and fair complex-ions. I was getting a mother and daughter 226/695

vibe from them. But I wasn’t an expert on the subject, so I couldn’t say for sure.

“Here we are.” The woman raised her hand to the sky. “See that one right there?” The little girls head tilted up toward the sky. “Yeah, I see it mama.” So they were mother and daughter.

“That one’s yours,” the mother told her.

“That’s the spot from where you fell.” Where she fell? Who fell? The little girl?

What was going on? What was this place?” I called out again, “Hello.”

“Almost five years ago,” the mother continued, my hello going unheard.

“And that was a very special day, right?” The girl asked, eagerness beaming in her voice.

“Right,” the mother answered. “My very special Gemma day.”

My mouth fell agape. Did she just say Gemma? What was this? “Hey,” I shouted, 227/695

getting closer to them. “Who are you? And where am I?”

Nothing. It was like I’d gone invisible.

I started to freak out. I needed to know what was going on. But before I had a chance to do anything else, I was suddenly yanked backward. I gasped as the outline of the mother and daughter faded farther and farther away, until they were nothing more than a speck of light.

“Holy—” I jumped back, flinging my hands over my mouth. The telescope was in front of me. My skin was humming. Snowy mountains and trees were everywhere. I was back at Star Grove. I wasn’t lying on the ground, passed out. I was on my feet. What the heck had happened?

I glanced around. Hadn’t anyone noticed my disappearance? It didn’t look like. Everyone seemed content in their little groups, working away on the assignment. Alex was 228/695

still standing right behind me just like he had before I’d…I have no idea how to finish that sentence.

Alex stared at me strangely as he cocked an eyebrow. “You okay?”

Aislin was looking at me weirdly too. But neither of them appeared to be alarmed or completely freaked out, which seemed odd since I’d just disappeared for who knows how long. Or had I? Maybe I’d hallucinated or something. Perhaps I’d dazed off. God, it didn’t feel like it wasn‘t real, though. It had felt very real. Too real. Like I’d seen it before.

Lived it before. Maybe I had. The mother had called the little girl Gemma. Maybe the little girl was me. But if that were true, then why had I called the woman, who I was certain wasn’t Sophia, mama. My mother had died when I was one, and the little girl had to be at least four.

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stung at my eyes, and I had to remind myself to breath.

“I have to go,” I whispered, making to move around Alex.

He stepped in front of me and held up his hand. “Go where?”

“I…To the bus.” I made another attempt to sidestep around him.

He mimicked my move at lightning speed, blocking me and stopping me dead in my tracks. “You can’t just go wandering off.

We’re out in the middle of a forest.” His bright green eyes were filled with concern. It was weird. Why did he care? In fact, hadn’t he been the one to drive me up into the middle of the forest just a few days ago.

Despite my efforts not to, I started to cry, tears rolling down my ice-cold cheeks.

Alex’s eyes widened. “Are you…are you crying?”

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“Um...Oh just shut up.” And then I dashed past him, my shoulder slamming into his.

“Gemma wait,” Alex yelled after me.

But I kept running, not thinking about the consequences of what I was about to do as I headed straight for the bus.