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knock a few more times, trying to concentrate on the image inside, trying to picture one of the girls brushing her hair or shaving her legs. But I just can't; my mind's eye can't see anyone in there.
    I hurry back into the pantry, pull a fondue fork from the utensil drawer, and then stick it into the bathroom lock. I jiggle it back and forth, listening to the prongs as they scratch against the metal interior. The whistle of the teapot screams from the stove. I just need another minute. I continue to maneuver the fork in the lock for several seconds until I'm able to nuzzle the tip into a crevice.
    I turn it. Click.
    Shaking now, I place my hand around the knob, turn the light switch on, and push the door wide open.
    It's Veronica Leeman.
    Veronica Leeman, who died last year.
    Her body is sprawled out on the floor, just like it had been the night I found her. Blood, running from her head where Donovan hit her. Her deep, moss-green eyes stare right up at me, disappointed that I couldn't save her.
    My breath quickens, puffing out my mouth. Glass breaks in my chest. I don't know if I'm going to cry or be sick. Instead I hear myself scream--a long, piercing squeal that burns out my throat.
    The scream wakes me up out of sound sleep. Out of another nightmare.
    It takes a few seconds for reality to check in. I'm still in the common room, still sitting in the same lime-green
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    comfy corduroy chair, my biology notebook opened up on my chest, the white candle sitting in my lap.
    Doors swing open all around me. Girls on the floor rush from their rooms to see if I'm okay, to see what happened. They're standing all around me, asking me all sorts of questions--their lips moving, cheeks puffing, hands on hips, eyebrows moving up and down.
    But I don't hear them. Because I'm still shaking. Still paralyzed by what I saw. It was just so real.
    Veronica Leeman's eyes.
    One girl--Trish Cabone, I think--goes to the stove and silences the screaming kettle. Keegan kneels down in front of me. She looks at her watch, rubs my forearm, and then mouths some words, but all I can do is look to Drea and Amber, who push their way through everyone. It appears as though Drea is giving some explanation. And then Amber tails it with something funny; I can tell from the way she's getting everyone to laugh.
    Drea takes my hand and leads me out through the crowd, back into the room, all the while moving her mouth wide as though shouting out over all their voices. They close the door, and then she and Amber tuck me back into bed, each taking a place beside me while I burrow myself into the covers and picture Veronica's eyes.
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Jix
    I sleep through B-block English--dreamlessly, thankfully. When I wake up, I have to blink a few times to focus, my eyes adjusting to the blurs of navy blue and green plaid atop my bed--Drea and Amber, sitting on each side of me, already suited up in their school uniforms.
    'Are you okay?" Drea asks.
    "Why aren't you guys in class?" I ask, sitting up.
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    "You're not exactly in class yourself." Amber fluffs the giant purple flower she's got pinned in her hair.
    "I called the school counselor and told her you were having a little . . . trauma." Drea clears her throat.
    "You did what?" I ask.
    "It was the only way all three of us could get away with skipping class. We're supposed to be comforting you."
    "Yeah," Amber says. "So you better freakin' let us."
    'And then you can let Mrs. Halligan," Drea says, squaring the tip of her nail with a file. "She's expecting you on her happy sofa as soon as you can make it."
    "Great," I sigh. "I suppose I have nothing better to do than waste time talking to the school shrink."
    "So, what's going on?" Drea asks.
    I glance toward my night table, noticing the white candle sitting atop my biology textbook. Drea or Amber must have retrieved them for me. "I had a nightmare," I say.
    "Yeah," Amber twists a ponytail around her finger, "we sort of had that part figured out. The blood-curdling screams were