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Chapter 1

“This lesson is insufferable,” I whispered to my best friend, Teddra Smith.

“Tell me about it, Trianna,” she replied in a low voice. “I hate theology class. Remind me why I’m taking it again?”

“To keep me company?” I suggested, leaning back in my chair. I glanced down at my prep school uniform. My friends and I attended Spence Preparatory School in New York, New York. The boarding school housed about three hundred students, ranging from seventh graders to seniors in high school. My friends and I were freshmen, and the majority of us had attended the school since seventh grade. My uniform consisted of a plain gray wool skirt, a white, long-sleeved oxford shirt, a school tie, navy blue knee high socks, and white and black saddle shoes.

“Right,” Teddra said, her voice snapping me back to reality. “Well, I won’t be doing this again next year, you can count on that.”

“But Teddra!” I whined.

“Shut up!” she hissed, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her lips. “You’re going to get us in trouble.”

As if on cue, the bell rang, freeing us from our torture. “What class do you have next, Trianna?” We exited the classroom and started walking towards the other building for both of our next classes.

“The same class I always have after theology,” I said dryly. “Astronautics.”

“Ha,” she laughed at me. “Have fun.”

“You have art, which is at least somewhat a normal course,” I snorted. “I’m stuck with Dr. Webber…”

“Not my fault,” she said in a singsong voice. She pushed open the door to the art studio and said, “See you after school.”

“Okay, see you,” I said, hitching my messenger bag further up my shoulder. I walked into Dr. Webber’s room and took my usual seat in the back of the classroom next to one of my other best friends, Liam. “Hey, Li.”

“Trianna,” he greeted, smiling sideways at me. “How was theology?”

“Just barely tolerable,” I replied. “How was English?”

“Okay,” he shrugged. “Could’ve been better, could’ve been worse.” He poked me in the side and I barely suppressed a squeal.

“Must you do that?” I asked, trying to glare but grinning anyway.

“Um… yeah,” he said and we both laughed. The bell rang, signaling the beginning of class.

“Where’s Dr. Webber?” asked Terry, another freshman.

“No idea,” I shrugged in reply. “Who cares?” I turned to Liam. “Hey, are we still going to get permission from Mr. Nightwing for us to go to the movies on Saturday?”

“Yeah, I’m going to talk to him after school today,” he replied. “What are we seeing again?”

“I don’t know,” I responded. “Some action movie.”

“Okay, cool,” he said. “You know, Trianna you’re-“

That was the last I heard. For at that moment, I collapsed onto the desk, my body shaking slightly and my vision went dim…

Then the setting shifted…

I was in a garden, a beautiful garden, with white blossoms raining down upon the ground. The plant life was simply stunning and a red flower caught my eye. I slowly crept forward, only to find that the flower was not red… it was white, but dowsed in blood. Berries were scattered upon the ground. I raised my eyes slowly and saw a stampede of creatures coming towards me…

“Trianna!”

Liam’s voice snapped me back to the present. “Where am I?” I asked, sitting up slowly. I looked around and realized that I was in the nurse’s office.

“Are you okay?” Liam asked, concern etched on his face. He ran a hand through his brown hair, something he did only when he was nervous.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” I muttered. “What happened?”

“I should be the one asking you,” he said. “You sort of collapsed on the desk and started shaking. You kept muttering something about blood and flowers. I didn’t even wait for Dr. Webber to come in, I was so worried. I just carried you here to the nurse, who said you had just passed out and you’d be fine. Terry’s telling Dr. Webber, don’t worry.”

“I’m not really sure what happened,” I murmured, my eyes meeting his. “I think… I think I had a vision, or something.”

“Of what?”

I described the vision to him in great detail and when I was done, he looked at me. “What? Do you not believe me?” I demanded.

“Of course I believe you, Trianna,” he said. “I’m your best friend. This is just… weird.”

“I agree,” I said, laughing dryly. “Look,” I said, spreading my hands out in front of me, palms facing upward. “Why don’t we discuss this with everyone after dinner tonight?”

“Sure,” he said, “but who’s ‘everyone’?”

“You, me, Teddra, Kasey, Sepp, and Derek. Who else?” I asked.

“Just making sure,” he said. “’Cause sometimes…”

“Sometimes I only tell you or Teddra stuff,” I finished for him. “Yeah, I know. But if this is going to happen more than once, I want all of you guys to know.”

“Right,” he nodded. “That makes sense.”

“Hey, guys?” I said, lowering my voice at the dinner table.

Everyone fell silent to listen to me. I looked around at each of them. Teddra, Sepp, Kasey, and Derek all looked confused. Lastly, I looked at Liam, who knew what was going on. He nodded to urge me on. “We need to talk tonight. All of us. On the balcony of the room Teddra and I share.”

“Okay, sure,” Derek said, nodding. “I’ll bite. But what’s this about, Tri?”

“I can’t tell you here,” I muttered. “But you’ll know soon enough.”

“So what is this about?” Sepp asked on the balcony that night, wedged between Teddra and Derek. “Hurry, because Teddra and Derek are breathing all my air.”

I glanced up at Liam, who was sitting next to me. He nodded. I described the vision to all of them in great detail, and Liam told them what had happened in the real world during it. “That’s freaky,” Teddra said.

“Definitely,” Kasey nodded in agreement. He sighed. “Are you sure you didn’t just… not eat enough and just pass out?”

“I’m sure,” I nodded. “I ate a ton at lunch today.”

“I can vouch for that,” Liam muttered.

“Thanks,” I said, slowly tracing my hand along the wall. Slowly, the outline of something appeared. Shocked, I withdrew my hand.

“No, no, no,” Teddra said. “Do that again.”

I stroked the wall once more and all of us watched in shocked silence as the outline appeared and strengthened.

“It looks like… a door,” Derek said.

“Well,” I said, standing up. “What do you say? Let’s go.”

“I’m game,” Liam said, joining me in front of the outline of the door. Slowly, one by one, the others joined us. We all linked hands as we passed through the door and in that moment, I knew that, together, we could accomplish anything.