31 OPHELIA CLARK
October 26
After my weird afternoon of spontaneous flashing daydreams, I dropped off my patient forms at Dr. Charlotte’s house. I felt like I needed help now more than ever, and since the only psychic I knew had disappeared until I proved myself worthy, maybe seeing a psychologist wasn’t such a bad idea. Thankfully, nothing strange happened over there this time, but that place gave me the creeps, and I got out of there as quick as I could.
With my jacket still on, I marched into the kitchen to grab a snack. Since Mom had just stocked the pantry, there was plenty to choose from. I reached for a bag of chocolate cookies and grabbed a handful for my plate. Pouring a frosty glass of milk, I sat down at the kitchen table and stared at my food. I was hungry, but suddenly didn
