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into
reality, I heard the clapping and turned around again to see the
rest of the swimmers starting to come in. I had finally won and by
a lot!
    My next swim meet was the
same, but I won in freestyle and breast stroke. It kept happening
all summer. From then on out I swam in all the relays and all the
swim strokes, breast stroke, freestyle, backstroke and eventually
butterfly. It's funny how everyone wants to be your friend when
you're winning. That was okay though, I already knew who my real
friends were. 
     
    I guess I didn’t have to write this dream
down anymore because for the past couple of weeks ,
I kept having the same dream of the girl and guy in the field.
Better than the nightmares I was having of Logan and his eyes that
were very unnerving, why couldn't I have dreamt about that before
it happened? In any case, both dreams are haunting me. I wake up at
exactly 3:17a.m. every time I have a dream about the guy and girl
in the field. Instead of writing down the whole dream, I only jot
down the new details I remember. Like one new detail I
noticed, the girl had a silver bracelet that
glistened in the sun before the attack but not after. Normally, or
at least what I thought was normal, once I recorded my dream I
wouldn't have it again, but not this one. Normal, what's normal,
normal is probably having dreams that don't come true. I guess I
don't know what normal is for me, I hope this one doesn't come
true.

CHAPTER 2
    My sister and I were freshman and slated
to graduate 1985. I was the youngest one in our class; I'll be the
last one to turn fifteen in November. When I arrived at school on
the first day, I was feeling very young and confused. As I walked to my locker which was near the front entrance and
Nic’s locker I noticed a ton of students piling out the front
door. Why was everyone leaving school? Did I come on the wrong day?
Did the fire alarm go off? Am I awake? No, couldn't be the wrong
day, buses picked us up and everyone else is here; maybe it's
another practice day. I paused in the hall to notice they were all
crossing the street to a church across the road. Another freshman
stopped by my side and asked me “What’s up?” I replied “I have
no idea.” I looked around me and needless to say it looked like all
us freshman were pretty much clueless to what was going on. It
seemed like all the older kids were going to church. Do all the
juniors and seniors go to mass the first day of school, or before
school, do they have religion classes over there? I had no clue
what was going on. 
    I felt Nic come up beside
me, she asked me what was going on and I of course gave her my ‘I
don’t know’ explanation, but rambled off all the possibilities
including the fact that maybe we were still sleeping. So, of
course, and I should have expected it, she pinched me. I let out a
loud “Ow!”
    “Nope.” she said “You're
awake.”
    Storm breezed by us and
grabbed one of each of our hands and said lets go. “Wait” I said as
Nic and I tossed our books in my locker and slammed it shut. He
gave us a tug and led us into the mass of people that went out the
doors and across the street into the very crowded church. The
people were so thick it felt like we were being herded like cattle.
I squeezed Storm’s hand so he wouldn’t let go and he squeezed my
hand back.
    We entered the church
through very large wooden double doors that were propped open. It
was a very basic one room church but very pretty. They used huge
wood rafters and supports all along the ceiling and behind the
altar were large stained glass windows. It was a beautiful church;
all the pews were classic wood and all the side windows were
stained glass as well. Storm found us this niche near the back of
the church, he sort of led the two of us so we were in front and he
was behind us. Nic tilted her head sideways to look at us
and asked “What’s going on? Are we supposed to be here?”
    “Just wait” he
said.
    Students were still