The halls were empty, silent. All along the walls were posters and decorations. Vibrant colors, glitter, and words of encouragement for the school's team or the upcoming votes. Trying to read the words seemed to be impossible. They were blurry and unfocused. All of the lights were out, except for something flickering around the corner. Any time she got closer, the light would be out and another was flickering elsewhere. She ran her hands up her arms trying to warm herself up. Every step she took was kicking up rolling clouds of fog, which seemed to make the chill so much worse. She could hear her heels clicking on the linoleum floors, but even though her mouth was moving and she was clearly calling out for someone, she wasn't making a sound. In fact, there were no other sounds. Just the hurried pace of her footsteps. A silhouette passed behind her in the hall and she spun around. The halls went from dark and grey to a orangey hue. Wispy, silvery fog formations churning to dark black smoke. She coughed, gasping for breath in between wordlessly screaming, calling out for someone in the halls. She was searching for something, trying to find it before someone else did. She was being followed. The presence bearing down on her heavier and heavier even though she couldn't see them. There was a flash of light. Blinding pain and searing heat. She couldn't move, back flat against the floor and a heavy weight keeping her pinned. All she could see was the black smoke and orange glow. Feeling the heat, and yet ice cold at the same time. She just couldn't breathe. Gasping for air, trying to shift her limbs. Nothing moved, nothing shifted. Everything was blurring. Hazy. Numb. There were heavy footsteps again. Someone running towards her. It was too late. The world was dark and far away. Nothing but a fading echo. Julian woke with a start. * * * "I wouldn't mind dreams feeling that realistic if I were dreaming about Taylor Lautner. I'd let Taylor Lautner dream kill me." Angela's statement came with a thoughtful expression, despite the fact she had a candy bar hanging from the corner of her mouth. She took a bite, flipping through another page of her book. Remaining on her perch at the edge of the table while Julian searched the book shelf for what she needed. The day had been an uneventful series of classes. Julian had rolled herself out of bed, showered, had breakfast, went to school. Struggled to stay awake through most of it. Pretty much the typical day. Now that school was over, she was at the library with Angela. "Yeah, well, if he HAD been in the dream I wouldn't be near as freaked out. It'd just be another one of those 'Why am I in Angela's dreams?' moments." Julian laughed softly, plucking a book down and reading the back summary quickly. With a shake of her head she placed it back and resumed searching. Her day had been normal, but the dream was hard to shake. Julian had strange dreams all the time. Where she was in other places, seeing, breathing, feeling. They were always so real. That's what made this one so disturbing. She died. She felt herself slipping right out of her body. "Anyway, that's why I fell asleep in Anderson's class and why I am now stuck doing not one but two reports. Because apparently nobody hands out detentions anymore so I can just sleep there." Julian muttered. Angela snickered. "As long as you don't blow me off for homework, it's all cool. You promised to rejoin me in the land of the free and the fun, and if I have to play the I-just-broke-up-with-my-BF card I'll totally do it. Dance, boys, pie, the whole package." Her book snapped shut and she tossed it on to the table. Angela stood, stretching her arms over her head. The blond was only two or three inches taller than Julian, but she was wearing crazy tall stilettos that bumped her up a good six inches more. "Speaking of the whole package~!" Angela's tone had shifted which had Julian's immediate attention. It was that soft, amused, conspiratorial voice reserved for special treats. Julian grinned wide in response, though she was still browsing the books on the shelf. "Let me guess, boy?" "Uh huh. That new Adonis who had the intense dark smoldering eyes for you all 4th period. He just turned in to the sixth row." "What? Nobody was giving me the smolder-eyes." Julian cast a quick look over her shoulder, but her was well out of her line of sight. She just turned her stare to Angela who was now fanning herself with a folder. "Who was it?" "You really must've been asleep all day, because that guy has the kind of jaw you just wanna sink your teeth in to. I think he's a transfer student or new in town. I sure as hell haven't seen him anywhere before today. Aaaand he seemed to find yoooouuu pretty interesting, despite all the snoring and the drool. Can we say Prom Date potential?" Angel chirped the sentence in a sing song voice while tugging at Julian's sleeve, though she was being careful not to say it too loud and alert the potential prey. Julian couldn't help but laugh out loud, having to cough and lower her own volume before swatting Angela away. "Okay, Madam Matchmaker, how about you stop being a total weirdo and get to work before you get fired again? I still have to pick out a couple a books." Angela smothered a few mischievous giggles as she stuffed her things in to her bag and hefted it over her shoulder. "Do something wild and crazy and talk to a stranger, kay? I'll call you tonight!" Julian watched her friend go, chewing on her bottom lip as she gave talking to a new guy some serious thought. She DID promise Angela she'd try to get back to being normal. ...but then talking to someone meant introducing herself and awkward conversation. When did talking to people get so hard? Julian groaned at herself and resume her book searching. At least THAT she could manage.