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𝟬𝟬𝟱. 𝗠𝗥. 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗚𝗟𝗔𝗦

He was confused as to why he was in a metal box. He couldn't remember a thing and just wanted to go home. Home. What does that even mean?

He wondered what he looked like, what his name was. The little details in life. He wondered why he was here.

The box started moving upwards and he flinched. Who was up there? What was happening?

Finally, the box opened and he squinted his eyes at the light.

An unfamiliar boy jumped into it, grinning.

"Rise and shine, greenie."

Rosalynn pov:

I woke up, feeling empty. I ignored the feeling since I have been feeling like this for a while now.

I don't know what's wrong, but ever since Mr. Stilinski found a body at school I have been feeling weird.

I look at the clock, 1.30 am. Great.

I take a deep breathe, looking around. I need to change my room. At 1.30? Yes.

I quickly get out of bed, starting with my photos. I look at them, frowning when I see our candid year book photo. "Huh." I whisper to myself, seeing me, Lydia, Scott and Malia. But why is there a gap between us three?

Ignoring the feeling, I continue to redo my room. That must be it. I just need change.

. . .

My room-over did not help the fact that I couldn't sleep after, so I walked into the school like a zombie, but I did see Liam walking into the school angrily. "Yo, yo, what's wrong?" I ask and he just looks at me angrily. "Coach is a dick." He says and I sigh.

"Coach is always a dick." I say and he sighs. "What's wrong?" I ask and he frowns. "I just don't think I can make team captain." He says and I let out a sigh. "What? Liam you're the best player out there! When you first got here you crushed Scott and-" I stop myself, not knowing why I said 'and'

"And?" Liam asks, frowning at me. "And nobody, I guess. Anyways, you crushed him. You can make captain if you try." I say and he sighs. "Whatever," before the conversation can continue the bell goes and I sigh.

"Gotta go, I have math." I say and walk away.

I walk towards my locker, opening it. I look over to my left, knowing there is always someone standing there. But now i try to remember who and I have no idea. I could've sworn I always had a locker buddies. I guess not.

Shrugging, I walk over to my math class.

"Hey." I say to Malia and Lydia, who are also in this class. We get our test results back, and I got a C. Fine enough.

I look over to behind me, seeing a empty chair. "Doesn't someone always sit there?" I ask Lydia, who just gives me a puzzled expression, but doesn't answer.

I take a deep breathe.

You're acting weird Lynn, no one sits there. No one was your locker buddy and... I stand up, making Ms. Fleming look at me. "Can I go to the bathroom?" I ask and she nods. I leave my stuff and walk out of the class.

I start running towards the exit, letting my intuition take over. I walk over to the parking lot, seeing a bunch of cars, but not the car I'm looking for.

It's a vague memory, but I remember a car. Sighing in frustration, I turn around, seeing Lydia walking straight into the road without looking. "Lydia!" I yell, quickly stopping her from being run over.

She gasps, coming back to reality. "What were you doing?" I ask and she shakes her head. "Trying to remember." She says and I look at her. "Me too." I whisper, not knowing what is happening to us.

Letting her do her own thing, I walk inside and see Scott at that same locker I was thinking about this morning. 1075.

"Scott," I say and he turns around. "You too?" I ask and he nods. "Somethings definitely up." He says and I look at the locker. "Did you succeed opening it?" I asks and he shakes his head. "No, but..." he trails off and starts pushing the lock, trying to break it open.

"What'cha doing?" A psychics teacher, Mr. Douglas asks. "Uh, nothing. Just checking out this locker." Scott answers and Mr. Douglas looks at me. "Is it yours?" He asks and I we both shake our head. "Not really." I say and Mr. Douglas takes a step closer.

"I'm relatively new here, but I'm pretty sure breaking into someone else's locker is against the rules." He says and I chuckle nervously. "Well, we're not breaking into someone's else's locker."

"What does it looks like to you?" He asks and I chuckle. "It looks like breaking into someone's else's locker." I say. "We're going to class now." I say, grabbing Scott's arm.

"Deaton?" I ask and Scott nods. "Deaton."

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