One night: âI hate her so much-â
Second night: âSheâs being nice all of a sudden,â
Third night: âA hangout wonât be so bad!â
Final night: âWhy is she acting so suspicious?â
âItâs so your fault we broke up!â Aubree screamed at me in the hallway, âYouâI thought we were friends. But apparently not anymore!â She stormed away and I made eye contact with a couple of other students. I ran down the hall, chasing her at full speed, âAubrey! Itâs not my fault! He doesnât want you anymore, so just accept that!â I then paused, and stormed to class. I faced to the back of the class where Aubrey was sitting, and she was eyeing me like and eagle. âMiss. Aubrey please answer the question.â Miss Lauren called with no response, âMiss. Aubrey Davis.â The class erupted with laughs, âSorry miss.â After class I stopped to talk to her, âKameron doesnât love you. Accept that.â I said in a stern tone. âYes he does! You just tricked him! You lied.â âCan you forgive me?â I said, in a joking manner. Her face changed into a mysterious expression before saying, âYes. Yes I can,â she smiled and walked off. After school I texted her, âSo we good?â No response. Suddenly my entire friend group erupted with, âKick her out!â âSheâs horrible!â âMy boyfriend left me because she lied.â Then I was kicked. âWe can hangout if you want!â Aubrey responded. We made plans to hangout the next day and when it finally came, she wouldnât let me touch her bag. During the night I awoke to a sharp pain in my back. âThis is for me, this is for my ex boyfriend, and this is for revenge.â Aubrey whispered before the pain stabbed me 3 times. âShe would die right after righting that. Thank you for watching the news this morning and coming on this journey. Its known as the Nighttime backstabber.â Aubrey stopped, âThatâs not me.â Her mind swirled before stopping in an old family portrait. âDamn you, Abigail.â She said as she crossed an ex over her twins face, âYou said she canceled, you said it was her fault. Why would I believe you?â
I remember when âitâ happened. I was laying, sound asleep in my bed. When back to back nightmares appeared. Always following the same storyline. Death. Though I have grown quite fond of these nightmares. But one night, after a suspiciously good day I feel asleep to find a different scenario. Everything in this world was good. No death, no pain, just happy. I remember screaming, but not waking up until moments later. This went on for weeks. So I started making my days extremely horrible to see if it changed anything. And it did. The nightmares got worse, which meant life got worse, and it just escalated from there. My mom claims, âI heard you scream that night, and it went on for months,â I realized that anytime I would dream, I would scream. It wasnât my kinda place or world, which is why it freaked me out. Liek the words need to be flip flopped. Nightmare to dream. Dream to nightmare. My dad says, âSometimes I would come home from a late night shift to hear you screaming. Until I found out, your just dreaming.â After my first dream, things escalated. To my second dream, then 3rd, and fourth, and so on. But suddenly the death has stopped in my nightmares and instead began predicting the future. It predicted I would fail my math test. But today I woke up horrified. In this nightmare, it ended with me dying.
Log 1: âHello. If you are hearing this right now, you will probably die soon. But if your hearing this in your mind, and not with your ears then your in the right place. Hello, Iâm Delilah. You donât know me, but I know you. Iâm a kid from South Carolina. Thatâs all you need to know. Thereâs a book on the fifth shelf in the library on 24th street. Go there. Then pick a book entitled , âI know your mind.â Then open it, if itâs blank, check it out. If itâs full, run.â
When Josie approached the library she immediately went to the fifth shelf. She found the book and looked around before opening it. âHello.â she found written in the book, and as she flipped through pages she couldnât help but feel like she needed to check it out. But when she did, she suddenly felt the darkness swarm her. She smelt fire. And she suddenly saw her fate play before her.
Log 2: âCurrently playing log #2. Okay. Itâs not Delilah but itâs someone else. You shouldâve listened. Like she said, if it says anything, run. But you didnât and with that comes consequences. Iâm Molly. But you know me as the librarian that checked out that book 2 years ago, I suffered the same fate. Bye bye.â
The transition between life and death was extremely overwhelming. But she knew that no matter what, she was still alive in some way.
People always talk about the good things that come from rain. Like rainbows and plants growing. But they never talk about how itâs terrifying. âItâs raining.â The teacher shut the blinds and ordered kids to hide in a corner. Rain can summon azortulfs if youâre not careful enough, sometimes closing your blinds and hiding just isnât enough. During recess one evening it began to pour, signaling the azortulf were arriving. Poor Molly. Not quick enough. And soon the azortulf were invading school. The year was 2099. All of the azortulf species were gone. And rain was just rain. As Josie walked down the sidewalk after school one rainy afternoon, she looked to her right. The last azortulf. The sky is green, the grass is red. Which signaled the azortulf were back. After 75 years, the world was terrorized once again. Logical. Josie who was a fifth grader and had read about this multiple times, just ran. She didnât think much of it. But she shouldâve, as she turned around there were azortulfs everywhere.