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Chapter One: All The Things She Said

(It's not like that, don't worry!)

"OH MY GOD!" I screamed, rubbing my head. Why was I so stupid? I was just about to take a nap after finishing up Brisingr when I banged my head against the freaking head board of my bed! Damnit, I was stupid!

I was crying becasuse the end of my book was so sad, and out of B.D (Book Depression) I ment to lean back, but I hit my freaking head. Oh! It hurt!

"Clare!" My mom shouted from downstairs. "Are you okay!"

"Yeah!" I shouted bed. "I just hit my head!"

I heard her mutter something under her breath.

I cuddled even deeper in the blankets, making sure to cover up the headboared with my pillows, and slipped into unconciousness.

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I was walking through a field of flowers and humming a toon to my favorite song: All The Things She Said. (No wonder people thought I was weird! I get it now!)

Then I started screaming the words, making up my own at times. Saying random things like, "I like to eat PIE!," or "If Aliens existed I would make one my boyfriend!"

Then I began to pick the flowers all around me, including daisies, tulips, violets, and lillies. But when I began to pick lillies I stopped. I wasn't a witch or anything, but when I was reading Blue is For Nightmares, I learned that lillies were death flowers.

But then I just kept picking the lillies as if it wasn't my choice. I began to sing really morbid (GOOD FOR VOCAB!) songs that I began to make up. Including a messed up version of Miss Mary Mack:

"Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack, all dressed in black, black, black. She has a knife, knife, knife, stuck in her back, back, back. She cannot breathe, breathe, breathe. She cannot cry, cry, cry. That's why she begs, begs, begs. She begs to die, die, die."

I flinched as the words left my lips. But I kept singing and kept picking flowers. I sang The Death Song, that my friends and I used to do when we were in Elementary. It wasn't really a song, but it was still creepy.

"Axe in your shoulder and the blood falls down. Axe in your shoulder in the blood falls down. Concentrate, concentrate. People are dying, children are crying! Your standing ontop of the Empire State building with your best friend and her boyfriend. You think you can trust them when…BANG! They shoot you in the back and push you off the building! What color do you see now? Blood red, maybe?"

I heard giggling all around me. Then I heard my name… "Clare! Clare! Wake up Clare!"

Then my eyes flashed open. I saw two unfamiliar faces. And yet their faces were…something I was uses to? Maybe? If that made sense?

They two people, a boy with curly hair, and a girl with long hair, had pointed ears.

The most shocking of all was the giant blue dragon that was behind them!

I screamed and began to crawl backwards. My hand were covered in dirt and so was everything else.

"Relax, relax!" the boy said, grabbing my hand and squeezing it. "It's only Saphira."

"Oh." I siad. "Just…WHAT!" I must have been dreaming. But everything felt so real. The boy holding my hand. The dirt and the stones I was sitting on.

"Are you…" My voice sounded muted. "Eragon?"

he smiled and laughed. "Of course. You took a really hard fall, didn't you?"

"Did you hear all the things she said? She must of fallen hard." The girl said.

I shook my head. This couldn't be happening.