Chapter FiveI’m drawing my dream now. It’s dark outside and the clock says it’s 5:07 am. I knew as soon as I woke up that I had to draw this one. Even now, not even ten minutes later, part of the dream is fading away; pieces are missing, like a puzzle. I can hear myself breathing heavily and I throw my pencil down when I’m done.
There’s a lot of scribbling on the page. It’s Jenna, as always. She’s sat on the sofa with all of us, watching TV. But she’s not the same as the rest of us. She’s paler and wobbly and not really there. She’s a ghost.
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It’s properly morning when I wake up again. I almost forget about the drawing until I start getting my books ready for school and it’s there on the desk, staring at me. It’s freaky. I turn it over.
‘Alex!’ Mum calls. Great. Time to face the music
