Have you ever got the feeling that you were being watched? The feeling of someone peeking through your blinds? The feeling of catching them as soon as you turned your head? The feeling of thinking it’s safer to stay in your sleek sheets than turn on a light? I shiver as Britta speaks.

“Farrah?” After a tap on my shoulder I refocus. What was that feeling? “You there?” Britta smiled. Her smile wasn’t ‘pearly white’ but it was so positive that it shined. It was unbelievable how much she shined with her bright eyes blue, shiny smile and golden hair. I smiled back.

“I’m here.” I sighed softly.

“Alright.” Britta whispered sighing back in relief. Ever since I woke up today I’ve felt on edge. Like something was going to happen. I worried for the worst looking up at the school. Possibilities ran through my head like movies.

Later after walking through the crowded halls, Britta and I made our way to our lockers. Britta and I were next to each others lockers due to last names. Britta’s last name was Beaulieu a commonly mispronounced name by our teachers. Mine was Chase. Very simple. B and C.

Britta grabbed all her stuff swiftly while I paused to check my phone. My photos was... open? I shook my head and closed my locker. “Come on! I don’t want to be late to Mr. Rhodes’ class.” Britta said. We walked and I opened my photos.

“Yeah yeah.”

But then I saw it. A picture of me. Definitely me. My pale skin, freckles, my short black hair. The way I hold my pillow like a person . But I was asleep?

“What the Hell?” I mumbled shutting my locker.

“Language!” shouted one of our schools prefects eyeing me down as if he was a wolf sizing up a sheep. “Also Miss Chase and Miss Beaulieu speed up.” He said Brittas last name wrong. On purpose however still wrong.

“Hey Kota!” Smiled the quiet but bubbly Britta, But Kota just ignored her and pointed to Mr Rhodes’ Class.

“You both have two minutes before you’re late and get a detention.”

“Jeez Kota you’re no fun anymore.” Britta began to walk confidence faded and I trailed behind her.