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UNEXPECTED VISITOR
JOHN
It was around 7 A.M. on a Sunday when I slammed my hand over the alarm clock. I leaped from the bed. I was pumped. Today I was going to see Claudia Belle.
After the eventful night searching for her, I wasn’t sure what to expect. The school had been dreadfully quiet, and I knew why, as much as I didn’t want to admit it. I hadn’t come out and said it, even to myself. I wanted to deny it as if that would make it not true, but I could no longer avoid it. The cause of the disturbance was Claudia. She was the source, the power that Dr. Nicholson had often described. The very idea that it was she that I had been after all along frightened and worried me. The source wasn’t a thing or an idea, it was a person, a person I loved.
I did a few sit-ups and a few pushups to
