Ezra Van Gelden stands in the doorway of the Religious Studies classroom
He's glaring at the three girls crowded around me, his midnight blue eyes cold with rage. Behind him, Stacey's twin sister, Tracey, comes into view, her face creased with worry.
"Ezra, it's not what you-" she begins to say.
At that point, everything moves too quickly for me to keep track of.
Tracey steps in front of Ezra, trying to block his way with her vast, bulky body - but he pushes her out of the way in an instant, as easily as if he was discarding an old gum wrapper.
Tracey shrieks, and that seems to set something off in her twin.
One moment Stacey's meaty fist is hovering in front of my face threateningly - and the next moment...
BAM.
Pain, and then blackness, and then a deep, dark, cold dream.
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