A hazy, wavering scene. A dead end, with no escape possible. Someone, slowly advancing. A gun, as black as the night that shines above.

“No! No! Why? Wh-”

Bang.

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She bolts, green eyes flashing, raven hair flying.

What had been so terrifying?

A dream.

But why, how?

She cannot recall.

The morning is certainly bright, with sunshine and birdsong.

She sighs, trying to push aside the uncomfortable feeling.

Start another normal, boring school day.