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At school, Casey took her books out of her locker and placed them in her backpack. The dream of the previous night ran through her head. She opened up her math book and flipped through the pages until she landed on a photograph of a boy with chestnut hair and green eyes.
"Ricky," she said softly.
"Casey?" a voice asked. Casey didn't respond. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Instinctively, she went into defense mode.
"Whoa, easy," the voice laughed. Casey turned to see her best friend, sixteen-year old Emily Williams.
"Oh. Sorry, Em. Kind of a force of habit," Casey apologized. Then, Emily caught sight of of the picture.
"Who's that?" she wondered. Casey slammed her book shut.
"Nobody," she answered abruptly. What do I say? How can I explain? Casey wondered to herself. Emily wouldn't understand. She didn't know what Casey knew. No one outside the family did. Not even her stepfamily. The bell rang and they walked into class. Even though she was usually a good student, she had a hard time concentrating. Last night's dream had been consecutive, the same thing over and over. Unable to help herself, she leaned her head onto her desk.
Casey was asleep on her bed when she felt something hit her head. She made a moaning noise and twisted her neck sideways. There came another splat and she opened her eyes. Then, she gasped. Her boyfriend, Ricky, was on the ceiling, bleeding.
"NO!" she screamed. Then, he burst into flames!
"NO! RICKY!" Casey screamed, waking up.
"Casey," the teacher said in surprise.
"Casey, are you okay?" Emily asked. She stretched out her hand, but Casey jerked away.
"Don't touch me," she snapped. Casey panted and ran her fingers through her hair.
"I---I'm sorry. I---I can't deal with this," she stammered. Then, she grabbed her backpack and ran out of the room.