AN: I'd like to dedicate this chapter to Helper. She or he was the one who I sujested that I should write about what was happening with Jena, so thank you. One more thing, Jena has a nightmare, and I'm not sure how bad it is, but if you get a bit squeamish, sorry. I'd just quick reading.
Chapter Five
Jena prowled around the room, kicking books and cloths out of her way. She was worried about Sarah, and furious at herself for being worried. The girl was trash! She walked about with her head buried in a book and all she ever did was complain. She couldn't seem to snag the prospect that Pop Rock was in, and Classical was out. All in all she was a weirdo. And she had all that fantasy crap in her closet. But then again, Sarah had NEVER stayed out all night. Jena's mind drifted to the night before.
Jena had come back into the room. She was surprised that Sarah hadn't showed up for any of the classes they had shared. She started to get a bit worried, but wouldn't admit it to herself. She decided she'd ask around, saying she needed Sarah's help rearranging their room. She'd asked at lest four dozen people whom she knew Sarah took classes with, but they all reported that Sarah had never shown. Jena became more upset. Sarah was a lot of things', but she'd NEVER missed a class the three years they'd roomed together. She was never sick. Another thing that made her so . . . different. Jena had sighed and returned to her room, leaving the door unlocked. She was haunted by nightmares that night. She was sitting in English class taking notes when someone pulled her hair.
"Ouch!" She growled and turned around only to see Jo Davidson, her crush sitting there grinning at her. She quickly changed her face to all sugar and sweetness. Suddenly Jo's face began to melt away, the skin falling in huge globs to the floor. Where Jo had once sat, a deformed version of Sarah sat. Her wide brown eyes full of accusation. She pointed directly at Jena.
"You." She spoke in a low croak. "You. You did this to me. This is your fault. You locked me out and now look!" Jena seemed to be paralyzed. Sarah's hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist. Jena yanked it away and tried to scream but no sound came out. She turned to her teacher and class mates for help, but their skin was melting away as well, changing into Sarah. Millions of twisted, decaying Sarah's circled her, coming closer. There was no way out! Then one bared her teeth which were covered in blood, and Jena threw up her arms and screamed. The next thing Jena knew was that she was in her own bed. She had broken in a cold sweet. All right. She thought. It was just a dream. Sarah's probably back by now, just in the bunk above me. Jena glanced at the clock. 3:33 A.M.
"Sarah?" Jena whispered. "Sarah." She said again. "Sarah!" She growled, and shot out of bed, knocking her head on the way. When she had finally regained her senses she turn toward Sarah's bunk. It was empty! So now she sat with a flash light, having a war with her couscous. She decided that if Sarah hadn't showed up or called by tomorrow night, she would file a missing persons report. Unless she's already dead! Jena thought with a shiver. Oh my God! It's all my fault! Please let Sarah be all right! PLEASE!
Chapter Five
Jena prowled around the room, kicking books and cloths out of her way. She was worried about Sarah, and furious at herself for being worried. The girl was trash! She walked about with her head buried in a book and all she ever did was complain. She couldn't seem to snag the prospect that Pop Rock was in, and Classical was out. All in all she was a weirdo. And she had all that fantasy crap in her closet. But then again, Sarah had NEVER stayed out all night. Jena's mind drifted to the night before.
Jena had come back into the room. She was surprised that Sarah hadn't showed up for any of the classes they had shared. She started to get a bit worried, but wouldn't admit it to herself. She decided she'd ask around, saying she needed Sarah's help rearranging their room. She'd asked at lest four dozen people whom she knew Sarah took classes with, but they all reported that Sarah had never shown. Jena became more upset. Sarah was a lot of things', but she'd NEVER missed a class the three years they'd roomed together. She was never sick. Another thing that made her so . . . different. Jena had sighed and returned to her room, leaving the door unlocked. She was haunted by nightmares that night. She was sitting in English class taking notes when someone pulled her hair.
"Ouch!" She growled and turned around only to see Jo Davidson, her crush sitting there grinning at her. She quickly changed her face to all sugar and sweetness. Suddenly Jo's face began to melt away, the skin falling in huge globs to the floor. Where Jo had once sat, a deformed version of Sarah sat. Her wide brown eyes full of accusation. She pointed directly at Jena.
"You." She spoke in a low croak. "You. You did this to me. This is your fault. You locked me out and now look!" Jena seemed to be paralyzed. Sarah's hand snaked out and grabbed her wrist. Jena yanked it away and tried to scream but no sound came out. She turned to her teacher and class mates for help, but their skin was melting away as well, changing into Sarah. Millions of twisted, decaying Sarah's circled her, coming closer. There was no way out! Then one bared her teeth which were covered in blood, and Jena threw up her arms and screamed. The next thing Jena knew was that she was in her own bed. She had broken in a cold sweet. All right. She thought. It was just a dream. Sarah's probably back by now, just in the bunk above me. Jena glanced at the clock. 3:33 A.M.
"Sarah?" Jena whispered. "Sarah." She said again. "Sarah!" She growled, and shot out of bed, knocking her head on the way. When she had finally regained her senses she turn toward Sarah's bunk. It was empty! So now she sat with a flash light, having a war with her couscous. She decided that if Sarah hadn't showed up or called by tomorrow night, she would file a missing persons report. Unless she's already dead! Jena thought with a shiver. Oh my God! It's all my fault! Please let Sarah be all right! PLEASE!