So yeah, writing's become a hobby of mine :P

I was in a library studying for the history test, alone. Okay, not really alone. There were a few other people in the room, but I didn't interact with any of them.

My phone started to ring. I'd gotten a text message. "Fenton Meister! Dash and I are throwing a dance party. We were wondering if you wanted in. ~ Kwan."

Yeah, right. Like they'd ever invite me to hang out with them. They probably just needed something only I could get them, or were trying to trick me into embarrassment. I ignored the text and tried studying some more. History was first period. Since I was fighting ghosts all night every night, I'd always fall asleep in class, so I didn't know jack-squat about Nobunaga Oda, or even what year the Sengoku Period of Japan was. I doubted I'd even remember any of these names by test time tomorrow morning.

"Hey, Fenton."

Around half an hour later, Dash and Dani showed up in the library.

"Oh, you're here," Dash continued. "We're throwing a party. You want in?"

"You don't really want me." I glanced over at Dani. "You're only inviting me because she said so."

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

I knew that was the case, but actually hearing him say it drove my hands into fists. "Well, you can forget it. I'm out of here."

I packed my things and walked out the door by myself. Or so I wished. Dash had walked out the study room with me.

"What's your problem?"

"Quit following me!" I picked up the pace and ran into a maze of bookshelves.

I paced through the maze. For some reason, it felt like my life, my friends' and family's lives, depended on my outrunning Dash. A myriad of faint screams echoed through the array of wooden shelves. I could discern Sam's voice, and my dad's, which was kinda hard to miss.

Dash's footsteps grew louder, closer. "You can't hide forever! You can't avoid me." His voice got deeper with each word, more menacing.

My skin turned pale. My build started to look more like Dash's, like we were merging. I finally reached the glass door of the library, but fell back onto the ground when I saw my refelction. The haunted eyes that stared back and the dark circles underneath them made the long, drawn-in face almost unrecognizable. I waved my hand and the person waved back. It was me. My hair was a white blaze.

I don't really remember much of what happened after that because after that, I woke up.

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