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by Maria Kuklina<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 7<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I woke up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat. I look around in the darkness, trying to find anything out of the ordinary. Dandelion was asleep in her bed, and Aspen was still asleep on my chest. I pulled off my blanket with my legs. It looked like a giant black ocean wave. My heart was beating faster than Aspen\u2019s. I really hoped he’d wake up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

 I swear I heard something in the hallway. I just know it. But Aspen is still asleep on my chest. What do I do.. What if one of those \u2018mysterious creatures\u2019 is in our room? Mom, where are you.. <\/em> <\/p>\n\n\n\n

 My mind was racing with thoughts of the worst. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

We could die.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I hear the door creak open and I shut my eyes tight, trying to calm my heart rate and pretend to be asleep. It felt really damp and hot all of a sudden, and I was afraid to breathe. I wanted to cry. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mysterious figure creeped over to Dandelion, each step making me more terrified.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It\u2019s just the maid,<\/em> I tried to convince myself, It\u2019s just the maid, It’s okay. It\u2019s the maid. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wasn\u2019t brave enough to stand up and try to make them stop like the characters in my books. And I hated myself for that. I just had to close my eyes and listen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I felt like I was frozen. I couldn\u2019t breathe, couldn\u2019t do anything. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The metallic steps echoed, each decibel of sound bouncing off the walls, sounding much louder than it should. And also making me feel petrified. I have never felt fear like this before, and my hands were shaking. I was pretty sure the mysterious figure could hear my heartbeat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ohmygodohmygodohmygod\u2026 <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cForest\u2019s Bane will come for you..\u201d The deep, gravely voice says to me, sounding like sandpaper on a chalkboard. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, along with the horrible ringing in my ears.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I finally feel my arms and pull my quilted covers over my head and squeeze my eyes shut. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I wait. I probably waited for hours, not sleeping, trying not to breathe. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I want to get out of here. It’s not safe.<\/em> Those words kept repeating in my head, and my eardrums felt like they were moving in and out of my ears. I could hear the blood rushing in my veins. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But there was also a tad bit of curiosity in me. What was that \u201cForest\u2019s Bane<\/em>\u201d  the figure told me about? And is it coming for me?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I pulled the covers away from my face. The cold dorm room air hit my face with an unwelcoming slap. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I looked at Dandelion, expecting an answer from her to what I had just experienced. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But no, she was still asleep. I sit up, and turn towards the window. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The cold, dark, curtain feels heavy in my arms, but I push enough of it aside to look out the window. And I swear I saw something out there. In the deep, dark forest that had looked so welcoming and kind before, stood a long, black figure. I didn\u2019t see its eyes, but I saw a faint outline of it. The second I did, I closed the curtain and crouched down. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Is that Forest\u2019s Bane? In the woods? <\/em>I thought to myself as I lay flat in bed again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And not even thinking about it, I drift off to sleep, under the covers, with Aspen on my lap again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Everything felt cozy and safe, like it was at home. But only one thing was missing\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 8<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJuniper Juniper Juniper!!! Wake up!!\u201d I sit up to Dandelion\u2019s cold hands shaking me. They felt kind of refreshing after the night I had. But for some reason, I don\u2019t vividly remember what happened, like I usually do. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat?\u201d I mumble, still half asleep. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt’s already 10!! You\u2019re gonna miss breakfast! I heard they\u2019re making french toast!\u201d Dandelion exclaimed. She seemed way more excited than normal. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUgh.. I slept really bad last night. I\u2019ll just skip breakfast this time.\u201d I say, swallowing hard. I was hungry, but I was too lazy to get out of bed. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou sure?\u201d Dandelion asks, the excitement in her eyes gone. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, Yeah, just wake me up when it’s time to get to class.\u201d I say, trying my best not to let my voice shake.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay.. see ya!\u201d Dandelion says, and she walks out the door. I did feel kind of bad for her, since she doesn\u2019t have any friends except for me. But I felt like I had 30 minutes of sleep, plus the weird figure coming into the room and me having a panic attack. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

But I couldn\u2019t help but wonder, what is the \u201cForest\u2019s Bane?<\/em>\u201d Is it dangerous? And what about the weird animal I saw at night in the forest? Was that it?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Thinking about that gave me a strong sense of deja vu, like I\u2019ve seen that figure before. Maybe I have..<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I suddenly got cold, like something behind me was holding my arms. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And that\u2019s when I realized that Aspen was nowhere in sight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAspen?\u201d My voice echoed through the soulless room like a ripple through water. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAspen!\u201d I yell, my voice louder now. I haven\u2019t even seen him since this night, after I got up to look in the window. Wait..<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A crazy thought seeps its way into my mind. What if<\/em>\u2013 no, maybe it wasn\u2019t\u2013 Aspen was the figure I saw outside?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe wouldn\u2019t have escaped. He doesn\u2019t have any reason to. Plus, he doesn\u2019t look like..\u201d I couldn\u2019t finish the sentence no matter how hard I pushed. My voice echoed through the room again, this time more eerie and distorted.Something was definitely wrong with this school. I tried to convince myself that maybe he went for a stroll around the building, but I couldn\u2019t get myself to believe anything I said. I had a type of brain fog after that night which wasn\u2019t letting me think straight. I blink many times to get rid of the vision, the room beginning to sway.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sigh and stand up. I look at my pajamas, the ones that my mom had sewn from me a couple years ago. I was surprised they still fit after the school food I had. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then, I sit in an old wooden chair that has a scratched, taped-up leg, and start writing a letter. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dear Mom,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I miss you so much. I know it’s only been a day since you dropped me off here, but there\u2019s something really wrong here. I feel like I\u2019ve been here before, but I don\u2019t know. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And Aspen, he disappeared. I don\u2019t know how or why, but this night he just vanished from my dorm. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And.. I really don\u2019t know how to say this, but maybe you\u2019ll know what I mean. I was told by.. Something that \u201cForest\u2019s Bane\u201d<\/em> will come for me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I don\u2019t know what that is, but I hope you know. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

From,<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Juniper<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was desperate to get answers, so I wrote to the only person that I actually knew and trusted for a long time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI miss you so much.\u201d I say to the patches of different patterns on my worn-out pajamas, hoping that some type of magic connection will form through her patches and Mom will hear me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I snap out of my weird trance, going back into reality and breathing heavily. It was a weird feeling, like I was in a dream and I\u2019d just woken up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Okay. That was weird. But right now I need to find Aspen. <\/em>I say to myself, still unable to forget everything that just happened. But I couldn\u2019t recall what happened at night. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

      \u2606<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHi, Juniper!\u201d Dandelion says, looking really happy and full. The breakfast was probably really good, and I suddenly remembered that I was really hungry. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHey..\u201d I try to hold back my tears, and I look down into my palms. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou oka-\u201d Dandelion starts, and the excitement in her eyes is extinguished for the second time today. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIlostaspenandIdon\u2019tknowwhere..heis..\u201d I blurt out, hoping that Dandelion will say that she saw him at breakfast and I\u2019ll feel fine again, and I\u2019ll go to class like nothing happened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAspen? Wait, really? He was here this night..\u201d Dandelion says, and I lay down on my bed, my brown hair becoming extremely messy and frizzy. I don\u2019t care.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHe was.\u201d I say, wondering if I should tell Dandelion about what I saw. But I just couldn\u2019t get myself to say anything more. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah..\u201d We both didn\u2019t know what to say, so Dandelion went into the bathroom. And I could hear her talking to herself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAspen is probably gone for the best, maybe he\u2019s saying hi to the other kids and familiars.\u201d  I smile at the thought, feeling somewhat better. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut I have to cheer up Juniper. She\u2019s been so sad lately\u2026\u201d I heard Dandelion say and then\u2013I don\u2019t know if I was hearing things\u2013 but I heard her start to cry. Not cry, it was a weep so loud that she knew I could hear her. I got an image in my head of tears rolling down her cheeks, and I suddenly felt the need to cry. But I kept it inside me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Oh man. I don\u2019t want Dandelion to be embarrassed when she walks out of the bathroom. Will she even come out? She\u2019s usually so light and happy and now\u2026<\/em> I shiver. I didn\u2019t want to finish that thought. Not now. Dandelion and crying don\u2019t go together. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I decided to go up to the bathroom door once Dandelion calmed down. I could hear her sniffing and inhaling sharply, and I was starting to worry if she was running out of air in there. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without giving my brain time to overthink things, I knocked on the door two times, making sure she could hear them. The knocks echoed darkly through the room, and I got goosebumps. And for a while there was no sound in the bathroom. Or in the main room. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was about to knock again when I heard Dandelion say through multiple sniffs, with a voice so delicate like a sheet of paper, <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m..sorry.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhy? You didn\u2019t do anything!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI didn\u2019t-\u201d Dandelion\u2019s voice broke, and I heard her start to sob again. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLook, I really don\u2019t want to make a big scene about this. You\u2019re sadder about this than me. So please just- just.. Ugh, I don\u2019t know. Aspen was a really amazing, smart familiar, and I\u2019m sure he\u2019ll come back.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silence. That was all I could say, except for that one thing I saw at night. But I just couldn\u2019t get the words out of my dry, thirsty, hungry mouth. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I decided to just let Dandelion be and walk over to my still unpacked suitcase. I pick out an outfit for the day, smelling each and every piece of patched clothing with my eyes closed, trying so hard to bring myself home. My outfit for the day was a plain yellow shirt with brown and green patches that I made myself. And I decided to wear some jeans with patches of other types of jeans that my mom had made for me a couple years ago. Those were my favorite jeans in the world, just because my mom had made them for me. What I\u2019d give to see her right now and hug her tightly and tell her everything that\u2019s just happened. But I can’t; I need to be strong like my mom always says. This may be my dream school, but I\u2019m starting to question my opinion on this place. It feels\u2026haunted. Eerie. But, maybe I\u2019ll get used to it and this will actually be fun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 9<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After about 30 minutes and one class skipped (sadly, Art, but I did it for Dandelion), Dandelion finally unlocked the bathroom door and stepped out. Her face was red and puffy, and her eyelids were too. But at least she wasn\u2019t crying anymore. We both made eye contact, her standing and wondering what to do next, and me sitting on my bed, hands folded. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou okay?\u201d I ask, really hoping she answers truthfully. But, Dandelion just nods and looks down at her feet. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

<\/em>She\u2019s embarrassed. Just like I thought. Now this is awkward for both of us. <\/em>I think to myself, blinking hard. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, I\u2019m gonna go to class, I already skipped one when I waited for you. It\u2019s fine if you don\u2019t wanna talk.\u201d I say, surprised at how I hadn\u2019t cried in so long at a time like this. Dandelion didn\u2019t respond, she just sniffed and cleared her throat. I will admit, I did feel bad for Dandelion. But she didn\u2019t even want to talk to me when I tried to tell her that it’s going to be okay. I skipped my favorite class for her, and she didn\u2019t even seem grateful for it. Why is she even sad?<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Before I left our dorm, I looked back one last time. At my unmade bed, the pillow that I\u2019d shed so many tears on this night. I made a mental note to flip it over on the other side.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dandelion was who-knows-where in that dorm, but I really didn\u2019t want to see her hurt face again. Not right now. Right now, I already knew where I wanted to be: home. With Mom, who I would be hugging, and her cold but also softly warm hands stroking my brown hair as I cried into her chest, letting all my feelings out. Later, she would give me some of her elderberry tea as we sat on the couch, laughing, forgetting about the gut-wrenching sob I had. But this time was different, I had to go to class while trying to keep my tears inside me, pretending the voice inside my head was mom. But that just made me even sadder. I just need to get through this, <\/em>I thought, and that made me feel a bit better. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

                                            \u2606<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was well away from the dorm room door until I gained consciousness and realized that I didn\u2019t even know where I was going. I sat on a nearby bench and pulled out my schedule, letting out a big sigh of relief that I actually could find it in the endless void of papers, which was, sadly, my backpack. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

  TUESDAY<\/p>\n\n\n\n

1st period: Art<\/p>\n\n\n\n

2nd period: Science<\/p>\n\n\n\n

3rd period: History<\/p>\n\n\n\n

4th period: Potions<\/p>\n\n\n\n

5th period: Familiar Training<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Science? Where even is that? Ugh, I guess I\u2019m on my own. Again. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

I really didn\u2019t feel excited for 5th period, but there was still a little strand of hope in my mind that Aspen would come back by 5th period. He had to. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I swung my backpack over my shoulder and started walking again. My old, worn out Converse sneakers were really loud against the marble flooring, and I felt like people were staring at me even when there was no one there to look. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I ended up finding the science room, but I came in 15 minutes late. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The young teacher gestured at me with his seemingly yellow eyes to go sit down, and I obeyed him. I didn\u2019t want his first impression of me to be \u201calways late for class.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I sat at a table, all alone, but I didn\u2019t mind. It was actually better for me to be alone at that moment, because the thoughts of Aspen and Dandelion and Mom started coming in again, and I had to hold back my tears and try not to cause a scene. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the end of class, I let out a big sigh of relief that I hadn\u2019t realized I\u2019d been holding in. I made my way to History, feeling a little better. I stood in front of the door to History, hoping that Dandelion wasn\u2019t in there. But part of me actually wanted to sit next to her, to hug and maybe comfort her. I hoped she felt the same way, so I wasn\u2019t the only one who thought like that. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Right when the door creaked open, everyone\u2019s eyes in the room shot at me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Every time.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dandelions did, too, but they immediately went to her feet. I pretended to not notice her, but because of muscle memory, I went and sat right next to Dandelion. Oh, come on. I can\u2019t move now though, because then she\u2019ll think I hate her. I guess I\u2019m stuck here for the next 50 minutes of my life. But, not the worst thing that has happened to me. <\/em>I think, trying to take my mind off our argument and get my notebook and pencils out. As long as it wasn\u2019t nighttime, I felt somewhat okay. But I knew for sure that come night, I will probably have a nervous breakdown. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAlright class, my name is Mr. Indica, as you know. Right now I am going to hand out some papers which will tell you all about our units in class. If you have any questions, please don\u2019t hesitate to raise your hand and ask.\u201d Mr Indica states, and he takes a pile of papers and hands it to each of us one by one. I take a look at the paper in front of me, and I read. The History units that we were going to be working on were surprisingly kind of interesting; Hands-on simulations, Creating video documentaries, listening to people\u2019s personal life stories one by one, and a really cool movie to finish off the year. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I was about to turn and tell Dandelion that I was really excited, but I remembered about Aspen and pretended to look in my bag for something<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd now, how about we talk to the people next to us and tell them something about ourselves.\u201d Mr. Indica says softly, and I freeze. My breath stops, and I don\u2019t blink. This means I have to talk to Dandelion.<\/em> I think to myself, goosebumps spreading across my skin. But maybe this is all I need. To connect back with her and tell her I\u2019m sorry for everything. <\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSo, uh..\u201d I start, and Dandelion\u2019s eyes shift to me. Only now I realized she was in her pajamas, attending class. I decided to just spit it out. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cLook, I\u2026I\u2019m so sorry, Dandelion, for whatever reason you\u2019re m..mad at me.\u201d For some reason, my voice starts to quiver. Dandelion stays silent, digging her nail into the skin of her thumb. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cIt\u2019s not your fault. I promise. I don\u2019t even know what happened, and yet I\u2019m staying strong.\u201d I sigh, thinking about what to say next. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI want<\/em> to be a hero and make you feel better like in those books, but I really don\u2019t think I can. It\u2019s your choice how you feel, and if you don\u2019t want to talk, I understand. I\u2019ve\u2026 been through this before.\u201d I let out another sigh. Dandelion doesn\u2019t say anything, but she stops destroying the skin of her thumb and her gaze softens. I can even see a smile start to creep onto her face. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m sorry too, Juniper. I\u2026\u201d Dandelion doesn\u2019t continue. She was still hiding something. And we just sit there, in silence, while the whole class talks. They\u2019re not even talking about the subject, but so are we\u2026   <\/em>I sneak a glance at Dandelion, who is looking down at her feet. She lets out a big sigh, and I look away. I want to say something to her before class ends, but I don\u2019t know what. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDandelion?\u201d I whisper once the class quiets down. Dandelion doesn\u2019t hear me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDandelion?\u201d I whisper, louder this time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMhm?\u201d She mumbles, looking at my shirt, but not directly at it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre we still\u2026um, friends?\u201d I blurted out, a bit louder than expected, and some of the class looked at me. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWell, I guess.. I don\u2019t really have any friends.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSame.\u201d I say, and for some reason, I feel some weight lifted off my chest. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The rest of the class was fine\u2013awkward sitting next to Dandelion after the small but meaningful conversation we had. And when the bell rang and we were dismissed, I decided to make some small talk. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhere are you going next?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cUh, I think I have potions.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSame! Wanna walk together?\u201d I say in the cheeriest tone I can do. It’s hard at a time like this. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOkay.\u201d Dandelion wasn\u2019t that enthusiastic about walking with me, I could tell. But I need to show her that I am a good, funny friend, and I am<\/em> fun to be around. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

              \u2606<\/p>\n\n\n\n

       \u201cDo you know what\u2019s for lunch?\u201d I ask Dandelion with a smile. She was starting to warm up to my words. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

       \u201cI\u2019m not sure. But I\u2019m looking forward to whatever it is!\u201d Dandelion exclaims, looking in the direction of the cafeteria and its old wooden doors with random scratches on them. As we approached the majestic doors that were propped and held open with rocks from the forest, I suddenly realized that I was extremely hungry. I speedwalked over to the buffet line, grabbing a tray and almost dropping it. I plopped hot bassa fish on my plate, along with apples, rice, and a little bit of salad. When I was finished, I eyed the dessert section, hoping to finish in time to take some tarts or crepes. I wanted everything today.     As I sat down at our table, Dandelion didn\u2019t come until 5 minutes later. When she finally came, I couldn\u2019t talk about how good the food was because I had already finished eating and was on my way to the desserts section.                           \u201cWhat do you have for next period?\u201d Dandelion asks, and it startles me.                                              \u201cI believe it’s Familiar Train- Uh, you?\u201d My eyes shift over to her plate. Aspen.<\/em>  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI actually don\u2019t know.\u201d Dandelion turns herself over to her vintage brown bag and begins to search it for her schedule. A lot of papers spill out, and I pass them over to her\u2013 a quiet \u2018thank you\u2019 every 3 papers or so I hand over to her. As she finishes up and finally pulls out her schedule with a weary sigh, she spills her water on the table and puts her elbows on it, cradling her face in her arms with yet another weary sigh. I stare, then finally open my mouth to speak and ask her if she\u2019s okay, but nothing but a weak whisper comes out, so I just look down at her. Her body shakes, and I understand the feeling she\u2019s experiencing. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAre you alright?\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Nothing.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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