26 OPHELIA CLARK
October 26
I woke up coughing and gasping for air, but I felt incredible. For the first time since meeting Isra in the park, I felt like I actually had a shot at figuring this thing out. I now knew the location and day of the month the event would take place. I reached under my mattress, pulled out the stone on the silver chain, and clenched it in my fist. “Thank you,” I whispered to it before laying back down and doing my best to get back to sleep. I’d have to be up and ready for school in a few hours.
Lost in thought, I walked down the drab gray hallways of Morson County High as I fingered the covellite stone dangling from the chain around my neck. Isra told me to keep it under my bed, but it was obviously meant to be worn. Why else would it be on a chain? In my dream
