The following day, I found it hard to focus in class. My mind kept drifting back to Caraville. I keep glancing out the window, half-expecting to see vini die cara standing there, watching me. But there was nothing there but empty space.
As I tried to focus on my schoolwork, I noticed something strange. The words on the page seemed to be moving, shifting and blurring before my eyes. I blinked, but the effect only got stronger. I felt a wave of panic rise up in my chest as the letters began to swirl around, forming new words and sentences that made no sense. I looked around the classroom, but no one else seemed to be affected. I was trapped in a waking nightmare.
At lunchtime, i found myself sitting alone at a table in the corner of the cafeteria. I keep picking at my food, unable to bring myself to eat, I just wish am bold like my Dad. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turn to see my friend, Smith, with Ella standing and be watching me