Lucy

    How is Michael standing here? Where is the monster standing there just a minute before? Was I dreaming? The thoughts tumbled around my head as I stared at Michael. Then my mom came in. She stared at me with a look of horror on her face. I look down at my and see the cut. It wasn’t a dream I think. I slowly walk to my room. I never did get my glass of water that made me go out in the first place. I wasn’t thirsty anymore anyway. I could tell something was about to change.