Aria's povThe dream got me again, this time I was falling, endlessly tumbling into a pit, but this wasn't a pit of darkness. It was filled with fingers, hundreds of gray, cold ones, grabbing, pulling, tangling in my hair and dragging me down into their squirming nest. I tried to scream, but nothing came out, and panic filled me up like water. Then, a hand grabbed mine. It was strong, warm, and tight, it yanked me back from the pit's hungry grip. A voice cut through the noise, low and urgent, telling me what to do.“You have to wake up”.A tap on my shoulder pulled me back. I gasped for air as my eyes popped open. I sat up, sweating, my shirt stuck to my back. The school’s welcome packet were all over my bed, looking like a mess with all the rules and regulation I didn’t get to read yet. There was cheese and tomato sauce on my shirt, sticky and gross. I touched my hair and felt clumps of it there too.Isla stood in front of me, worried, wringing her hands. “I'm so sorry to wake you, A
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