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Amber Blake is having dreams, and they just might be the key to saving her best friend, Mark.
Unfortunately, she's too preoccupied pretending to hate the boy next door, Carter Hayes. Secretly hoping to rekindle what once was, Amber atte...
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I'm rushing down a hallway that's lined with a million doors.
They loom over me as I run past, desperate to get to who knows where. Menacing whispers claw their way from under the doors, urging me to go faster, keep pushing, or else.
They never say or else what.
My feet keep flying forward, trying and failing to reach the unknown goal, but with every step I take, the hall stretches another ten feet. My heart pounds against my chest as I realize this might be never ending.
"Figure it out!" The shout echoes, disorienting me even more.
In the distance, there's a final door, different from the others. A light flickers from behind it, pulsing erratically. It seems to get weaker with every passing second. With new conviction, I pump my legs harder, but it feels like I'm moving through water.
"Figure it out!" This time, I recognize the voice. He's in here somewhere, calling out in pain.
He needs me.
"Mark, where are you?" I scream down the hall, but the doors mock me as they bounce in my peripheral. I tunnel my vision until I can only see that door. The one where Mark must be.
"I'm not here!" His voice is like a key cutting deep into a chalkboard, so high pitched I can barely make it out.
"What?" I scream, desperate for him to repeat it, but now the hallway is shaking as reality rips apart at the seams.
"I'm not—"
"We're here!"
Chloe's voice is a bucket of ice water sloshing down my back. I peel my cheek off the car window, delirious. Squeezing my eyes shut against the light from outside, I grasp to hold onto details of the dream. Something about it felt off, just like yesterday. What's weirder, I don't even remember falling asleep.
"God, why must every year be like this," Chloe complains, honking at the cars clogging up the senior lot. "Does everyone forget how to park over the summer?"
