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to that red haired monster!” Sam growled under her breath, and ground her fist into her palm.
    “Um, did you guys see the clock explode?” Mattie was grinning from ear to ear, totally unfazed by her near fight. “It barely missed Meghan. Serves her right.”
    “I did, what happened?” Sam turned to Mattie, but I kept my eyes on the Kleenex I had taken from the desk, knowing exactly what had happened, and praying they wouldn’t ask me. I couldn’t lie to them, and I feared my brain was too foggy to come up with a way around the truth.
    “Probably just as old as everything else in this place. But man, to see the look on her face!” Mattie hugged her waist and rocked back and forth in laughter. “Priceless!” She was rolling with laughter, not even trying to control her giggle fit.
    “ Well, I guess we have a big problem!” Sam puffed herself up and did her best impression of Meghan, smelly-fart face and all. They both collapsed into another fit of giggles and I tried to laugh along, but I couldn’t.
    Something was wrong with me. Something I had never experience before. My magic was waking up, and without Dayne around to show me how to use it, I didn’t have a clue what was about to happen to me.
     
     
     

Chapter Four 
Running Down A Dream
     
     

     
    Weeks had passed since the episode with Meghan and the clock. I still saw her every day at the barn, but since that day in Spanish class we were cutting wide paths around each other. She still spread her stories about me—I couldn’t call them lies, because she was right, there was something magical about me. And everyday it seemed as though that magic burned brighter.
    Some people believed her stories, but most thought they were ridiculous and assumed it was more of Meghan’s predictable tricks. A few of the girls on the team warmed to me, having suffered enough of Meghan’s hateful ways themselves. They weren’t friends like Sam and Mattie, but it was nice to be greeted with a smile when I entered the barn.
    One Friday, near the end of October, my future again came into focus. That afternoon, I had finished at the barn early and hurried back to my dorm room, hoping to catch a nap before Mattie finished class. We had stayed up late studying, and I was utterly wiped out.
    Our room was mercifully cool that afternoon. I slipped out of my riding clothes and between the cotton sheets, snuggling into the feather mattress that reminded me of my bedroom in Clonlea. It didn’t take long at all for me to fall into an unconscious sleep.
    I was sitting beside a little girl, her eyes black as night, but warm and welcoming as they stared up at me. Her round cheeks pulled into a plump smile, revealing a missing tooth, its replacement already popping through her gum in a crooked white line. She held my hand, hot and clammy, in hers. I felt the strangest connection to the little girl, like she held the end of a string that was tethered to my heart. I didn’t want to let her go.
    When the dream went black and white I knew it was my future, though I couldn’t for the life of me figure out where the little girl with black eyes had come from, or where we were.
    “Faye.” My name echoed in an accent that was completely foreign to my ears. Confusion ruffled my eyebrows and I turned my head to hear her better.
    “Faye,” she uttered again in a disconnected voice. Her lips never moved, but the words were definitely hers. When I didn’t answer, her smile stretched back to her ears where two thick black braids framed her round cherub’s face.
    “Don’t be afraid for me, Faye,” her words were broken Spanish, barely understandable to my ears, but I knew immediately she was headed for some great danger, and I was the only one who could save her.
    “No,” I screamed fearfully, shaking my head and pulling her hand to my chest.
    “Let me go, Faye,” she spoke again in her disconnected, broke Spanish, and released my hand. Tears sprang to my eyes and I grasped for any