Standard Disclaimer. -- If && When I'm a writer I hope I get as good as her.

So, here is this, it's a dreamish thing :)

Sorry, I was grounded from the laptop. REALLY SORRY! I got this out in an all-nighter.

I do love you, see?

I apologize sincerely, and hope that since I made this chapter longerish you'll all forgive me?

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It seems like a normal day. I can't shake the feeling that something's wrong. Different.

I'm not doing much, just reading, not for any certain purpose. I'm sitting in my bed as usual, wait, actually, scratch that, I'm not. Now, that I think, I'm at Hallsworth? What am I doing here? I can't help but wonder why I'm laying on the hard tiling. Every other light is on, so it must be a weekend.

I get up, only to find that I'm standing by my locker. I open it to find everything of mine is gone. Nothing is in here, not even the piece of gum that some disgusting idiot from last year stuck on the top edge.

I suddenly have the feeling that I'm being watched. I look up, and see that someone is running towards me from the other end of the science hall. I can't tell who he is, but he has his arm forward, like he's trying to give me something.

My mind is screaming for me to run from this stranger, but my heart wants to know more. He seems so familiar. Who is he?

Suddenly I find myself running, my mind has obviously taken over. Why can't I just stop? He's gaining on me even though my legs are pushing faster than ever gone. I turn into the freshman hall, the bright yellow seeming so repelling in this light. I realize that I don't want to be here. Why can't I leave?

The man is getting closer, screaming for me to stop. My mind is glad that he doesn't know my name, but my heart wishes that he did.

I can't help but think how it's amazing how I'm not even tripping at all. Usually by now going half this speed, I would have found at least ten spots on the flat surface to fall over.

Just as I think this I run straight into a wall. My head is suddenly spinning. I open my eyes to realize I ran into a closet, and suddenly its lights turn off. I try to stand up and open the door, only to see that it has been locked from the outside. I begin to beat on what I think is the door. Maybe my stranger will come let me out.

After 5 minutes of constantly beating the door, I finally have the idea to scream for help.

As I open my mouth to belt the highest yell I can manage, I come upon the conclusion that my voice is gone. I begin to panic, as I am stuck here until Monday morning, when hopefully someone will come save me.

I slowly inch my way towards the floor, hoping I will get comfortable and sleep my way through the night. I feel undeniably cold, as if a cold front had managed its way into my closet prison.

Suddenly from next to me, my arm is touched and electricity begins to flow, scaring me out of my wits.

I bolt out of the bed, my covers all on the ground. That would probably explain the coldness I felt. It was such a weird dream. It put me on edge. I tried to lay back down and let sleep take me, but it seemed to evade me.

I opened my eyes to see some bright poster of a movie star plastered to a hot pink ceiling.

This was definitely not my room. This would be Alice's room. As I try to recollect how I got here, last night's event rush into my mind.

I went to a party. I kissed some random guy in a closet. I then ran home to Alice's house and fell asleep soon after my head hit the pillow.

Wow. How could I do something so reckless?

I wonder who the poor guy was. He was an amazing kisser, but from what I know from my expansive kissing expertise of none, I probably slobbered all over his face.

Maybe I could ask Alice or Rose. I think Alice planned it. Poor guy…

What If he knew that it was me? That would be mortifying. No, it would be beyond mortifying.

Excruciatingly embarrassing.

Suddenly I was taken from my thoughts to hear a door opening. I look up and realize that it is Alice and Rose.

"Is she asleep?"

"I don't think so, she was moving and kicking earlier, and mumbling something. She could be." They were whispering about me, obviously they noticed my dream.

"Bella?" Leave it to Alice to try and bother someone who is sleeping.

"Yeah?"

"You awake?"

"No Alice. I have suddenly decided to have a conversation while I'm asleep." Rose snickered quietly at my quirky response.

"Well since you're so asleep, would you mind telling me what happened at the party?"

Crap. What was I going to tell her? She obviously saw what happened.

"You already can probably guess what happened Alice."

"Yeah, I guess I pretty much know." Wow. I just dodge one huge bullet. I don't think I would be able to tell my account of what happened with about being stained a permanent shade of red.

"Well, Alice, could you do one thing for me?"

"Sure, Bella, what?"

"Will you tell me who was in there with me?"

"Well, Bella…"

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How was it?

I'm barely staying awake via spearmint gum.

It's working though, im not complaining.

Did it come out right?

I tried to make it longer, I hope I live up to standards.

I know im gonna do mystery boy's point of view. Should it be a different story? Review please?