I jolted, launching papers into orbit.
The voice boomed. “This is the third time I’ve called your name. Pay attention! Now, as I was saying…”
Rainbow-scorched leaves. Swirls of autumn. Gypsy music.
A girl dancing. Ribbons in her hair. Bright skirts against tanned skin.
I flailed again. “Yes, sir?”
“Are you joining this group or not? I need to get a list…”
Caravans of faded paint. Bonfires. Starless night.
From the darkness, guttural snarls that rip flesh from bone.
“For the last time, Mr. Grey, wake up!”
My body jerked to attention. I squinted into blinding whiteness, and for a split second, I wasn’t totally convinced of my surroundings. Then, as fluorescent lights bored into my skull, it hit me.
It was seventh period.
I was in the middle of class.
And twenty-five pairs of eyes were staring straight at me.
Every school supply I owned littered the floor, except for the pencil that I’d somehow snapped between my fingers. I coughed awkwardly and hunkered in my seat. Across the aisle, Avery leaned sideways in his desk, giving me the look I’d seen way too many times—the one that questioned my sanity.
Mr. Weir glowered at me from under spidery eyebrows. I prepared myself for the tirade. But just as he took a wheezing breath, the bell rang. I shrugged and gave him my best smile as the room reverberated with slamming books and screeching chairs.
Students flooded the aisles.