She woke up. She was standing in a church. All her friends were there.

In the front was a closed casket.

She walked towards it. She saw her friends sobbing in the front pews.

She looked down a herself. She was wearing her nicest purple dress and golden heels. Damn they hurt her feet.

She felt her hair. It was done to the side in a long braid with the ends curled. She took out a mirror.

She looked gorgeous, but very pale. She had never looked as good as she had right now.

She couldnt remember anything from after she went woth Hazel to get hot chocolate.

She went to find Hazel. She was in the very front row.

She tapped her on the shoulder.

"Hazel, I can't remember anything, the last thing I can recall was going to get hot chocolate," she said.

Hazel didn't respond.

That was weird, maybe Hazel was in too much grief to speak.

She went and sat down. Maybe this funeral would give her time to clear things up.

The priest began the ceremony.

"We are gathered her not to mourn the loss, but to celebrate the life of Reyna Avilla Ramirez Arellano," he said.

Reyna suddenly felt blood dripping down her face. She remembered feeling the bullet hole.

She woke up.

She was in her bed in a cold sweat. She couldnt remember the whole dream but she did remember a murder trial, and a girl named Hazel.

She wrote all she could remember in her dream journal.

This was her most chilling entry yet.

She got dressed in and took her journal to the psychic.

This dream meant something.

(This is choice one btw)