Whoa, I'm going straight into the chapter!

Emily tossed and turned in her bed. Her recurring nightmare playing through her mind...

Emily ran through the forest, huffing and puffing all the way. She turned around to see if she was still being chased, but then tripped over a root. Desperately, she tried to crawl away quickly, but the attacker was closely gaining on her. She stood up, only to find her ankle broken. She was too scared to care, and dealt with the pain as she ran as fast as she could towards the lights of her dorm. She was right outside the entrance when someone grabbed her. Emily tried to scream, but her mouth was covered. Her legs kicked and flailed at her attacker as he tried to drag her off. Finally, the attacker fell to the ground and took Emily with him. He appeared knocked out, but as Emily reached to take off his ski mask, he suddenly grabbed her arm.

Emily bolted up in her bed. She had a cold sweat and was panting.

"Hey, Em, you okay?" Troy walked in and sat on the edge of her bed. Emily thought up her answer quickly but carefully. She didn't want to worry Troy.

"What do you do? Sit outside my door waiting for me to wake up?" She smiled slightly.

"No," Troy smiled back, "I was walking back to room from the kitchen." He motioned to the glass of water in his hands. "Anyways, I heard you panting, then I saw you jump up so I decided to check if you were okay.." Concern crossed his face.

"Oh, I'm fine. Just a nightmare, that's all." Troy's concern deepened and she quickly lied "From this horror movie I saw. Scared the crap outta me."

Troy looked relieved. "Oh ok, well if you get scared, my door's open." He got up and walked out. Emily exhaled deeply. She didn't even realizing she had been holding her breath...

Emily wearily walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. She sat down next to her dad, scratching her head sleepily.

"Good morning, Sunshine." He said looking up from his paper.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." Emily replied grumpily as she poured a bowl of cereal. Neither Emily nor Troy had ever been morning people. 'And not sleeping doesn't really help, either.' She thought as she popped a spoonful of cereal in her mouth.

"Ems, what's on your mind?" Her father said breaking her thoughts.

"Oh nothing special, just glad to be home." She smiled.

"We're all glad you're home, I really hope you know that, Em."

"Of course I know that, Dad. Why wouldn't I?"

"Well, Mom's gone a lot more now with work; I'm coaching and not at home as much and Troy's training hard for basketball. I just don't want you to feel like you're lost in the shuffle."

Emily looked at him. "Dad, I've lived here before. Things couldn't have changed that much in one semester..."

"But they have," Jack interrupted her, "I want you to know we're all relieved you're home."

"Of course we are." Troy's voice called from behind the open fridge door. He poured himself a glass of juice and sat across from Emily. "You need to get dressed if you're coming with me." He added studying Emily's appearance.

"Where are you two going?" Jack peered over his newspaper.

"To see the guys." He answered. Troy turned to Emily, "They're all excited to see you. Now hurry up and get dressed, slow poke, or we'll never make it!"

Just then Troy's cell phone rang. He looked at the Caller I.D. He held up his finger to signal he needed to take the call.

"We're never going to make it if you won't GET OFF THAT CELL PHONE!" Emily teased. Troy rolled his eyes and walked into the living room.

I know. Towards the end, it got slow but the begginning was important. FORESHADOWING PEOPLE!