• I threw back my long brunette hair. "These math problems are ridiculous." I said angrily slamming my book shut. I was an angry child my entire life. Though, I was nobodies child. I've been an orphan for fifteen years. One. One year, I wasn't an orphan. I liked my orphanage though, besides all the stupid Headmasters, and girls prettier than me, and immature boys, and creaky floors, and an old basement I wasn't allowed in. Actually... Maybe if everyone was asleep I could go into this basement. I slept on it. Litterally.

    The next day I awoke, i grabbed my books, and went to class. I talked to my best friend Amy, and she was terror stricken with me. "What?!" She said, her voice ripping through the booming halls. "You heard me." I said. She looked at me with eyes speculating. "I've gotta go..." She said. I decided I would do it... I was going in that basement.I Jacked a flashlight and a hairpin from my Amy's dresser. Then I walked to the basement, and wiggled at the door with her bobby pin. Surely enough, It opened. I waltzed down the creaky stairs with the flashlight on. I saw a blue glow coming from a little closet. I crawled in, and was surrounded, with waves of blue.

    I saw eyes staring at me and I stood up. Same old same old basement. "OH WHATEVER!" I screeched. I went back upstairs. It was already morning. I went over to Amy, and said that I went in the basement. "Oh! How nice!" She said, grining. I focused on her smile. That was weird... she was wearing blue lipstick and a dress instead of jeans and red lipstick. "What did you find? Were there really old things? Were they shiny?!" That's when I noticed that her eyes were brown, not green. "You aren't Amy." "No, I just wanted to look nice today." "Really." "Yep. Like my contacts?" "Yeah, I guess." She turned around, to the cafetiria. I noticed a knife stabbed in her back. "M-M-My god!" I said. I ran downstairs. Back into the closet. This time, the blue waves seemed to carry me farther.

    I popped back up in the real world. I went upstairs, and saw Amy. In the same clothes. "Nice dress up." I said, and gave her a hug, feeling for a knife. Nothing.

    The next night, Amy was murdered. With a knife.