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On Wednesday morning, I woke up with a start. I remembered he hadn’t done his homework the night previous and rushed to get it all completed before going to school. At school, things had been just the same as the day before, a rush of commotion and celebrating. Today, however, he was feeling extra tired, still sore from yesterday’s practice and waking up with a stressful start had contributed to his overall zombie behavior. My fingers uselessly fumbled with his locker’s lock, when Fiona arrived beside me. “Hey, have you seen Jason today?” she asked. “Nope,” he said, pulling down on the lock; to his un-surprise, it remained clasped shut. “I’ve been looking for him,” she said, clutching her books. “I tried calling him yesterday, but he never …show more content…

I feel really bad — I’ve been ignoring him a bit. I don’t know why, but I just keep getting sick and having all of these weird paranoid feelings. “Paranoid feelings?” I repeated, just as his lock clicked open. “Yeah, nightmares and just silly stupid stuff.” “What kind of nightmares?” I pressed, his mind suddenly alert. “Well, it’s stupid, but remember that time we went into the woods — you know, to that old abandon house? Well, I just keep having dreams about it and that guy that Justin said he saw. It’s been kind of haunting me — affecting my daily life actually. Anyways, it’s silly, but can you just tell Jason I’m sorry and to call me.” “Yeah sure,” I said, staring at his locker unseeingly. “Thanks, well I’ll see you around then.” “Yeah,” I said, grabbing a notebook from his locker; maybe he wasn’t the only one experiencing weird paranoid episodes, maybe other people were too. My mind continued in thought as he made his way through the crowded halls when he stopped. Standing, staring straight up at me was three pairs of eager eyes smiling back at me. It’s the pink and purple girls, he …show more content…

Gum? Mints?” “No!” I said, louder than I meant, sending the girls into a slump. “Okay, we’ll just let us know then. We just wanted to help. We’re sorry if we seem pesky, but we're excited to see who your date is, and hope everything turns out great—um, bye,” Holly said, and three girls rushed off. I shook my head, I felt bad. I knew they desperately wanted to helpful, but he was really starting to feel annoyed. The dance wasn’t supposed to be a stressful thing. If anything, he should be worrying about the big game. The words, we’re excited to see who your date is, echoed in his ears, he still hadn’t found a date. He knew he would have one by the time of the dance, so it was useless distressing about it now. “Dude, my man,” came Justin, slapping me a hard high five. “Guess who’s got a date to the homecoming dance.” “Uh, you?” “Yep, that’s right,” Justin puffed out his chest triumphantly, “just asked her today.” “Nice,” I said shortly, feeling like he might combust if he heard one more thing about the frivolous homecoming

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