Here's a new chapter! Above is a banner made for TFY by one of my great friends readerwriter6262 I already dedicated the first chapter to her, but I'd like to do it again because I love the banner so much!! I also put the link to Melanie Martinez's Dollhouse, the song really reminds me of how Wynn has to be absolutely perfect while living in Clarenceville. Now enough of this long authors note and onto the chapter!

It hissed again. I didn't know what it was, but it hissed. 'What is this thing?' I thought to myself. I started running. It was pitch black, but I kept hearing a dripping sound. I'm pretty sure I was in a cave. I saw a light up ahead I sprinted for it. I entered a field full of long grass and Wildflowers, the sun was shining above. It was a beautiful place but creepy feeling. This was not a good place. I looked around, there was no one here, but then I heard it. A voice grated in my ear. "Things are not how they appear Wynn Noble, beware the final year." The voice grated in my ear. I heard another drop and felt something wet and sticky on my arm, I tapped it with my finger and gasped. It was blood.

I woke up, and immediately sat up, I resisted the urge to scream. There was sweat on the back of my neck making my hair stick to it. That dream was terrible. It wasn't like your normal nightmares, I just felt this horrible sense of danger the entire time. It felt real.

I glanced at my alarm clock, it read 5:57 am. I sighed, it was way to early to be awake, but visions of that dream still ran through my head so I got out of bed and headed down stairs for a glass of water.

The sun was just starting to rise and soft pink light came through the house. I think 'mother' left the windows open and it let in the cool morning air. I suddenly felt my pink pajama shorts and yellow tank top were a bad idea.

I grabbed a glass out of our dark wood cabinets and pored myself a glass of tap water. I leaned up against the counter and let the cool liquid slide down my throat.

I looked around and froze. My glass fell to the floor and shattered, but I didn't notice. Written on the wall opposite to me was something that chilled me to my very core.

THE FINAL YEAR WILL COME AND THEY WILL WYNN

I screamed.

...

I didn't tell anyone about what was on the wall. 'Mother' had put it off as a childish prank, but I knew better. They used my name.

I looked down at my notebook, I had been doodling without even realizing it. The Final Year was written in bubble letters a few different times.

I sucked at drawing. It was one of my worst talents, just ask Ophelia. She tried to teach me once, it didn't work, but I wasn't bad at calligraphy. I looked down at my loopy script and shook my head. I had to keep on task and figure out what this meant.

It was no coincidence I dreamed the exact same thing, they must have figured out a way to put it in my dreams. That scared me more than some supernatural phenomena though because that meant one thing.

They had a way of controlling me.

Even if it wasn't as big as memory alteration it was something and that terrified me. I always thought I was immune.

I was wrong.

My English 'teacher' was suddenly in my face. They really had it out for me. "Ms. Johnstone would you care to answer?" They asked pointedly. I sighed.

"William Shakespeare had written many plays, including the obvious Romeo and Juliet, but also lesser known ones such as Comedy of Errors or King Lear. My personal favorite is A Midsummers Nights Dream." I responded. I let my voice fade into Wynn, lower and more authoritative.

The teacher just stared at me, dumbfounded.

I swear they opened there mouth to say something along the lines of 'but your the hippie!' But stopped themselves. I was already starting to regret my decision to respond as literally everyone, and I mean everyone even Ryder who normally sat there listening to loud music gaped at me. Ophelia sat next to me and just stared.

I was starting to get a bit offended, I mean I get that I pretend to be stupid but they were treating me like I was a dog that had just walked up to the board and started writing down Pi to a thousand places (I do pay attention in math even if I hated it.)

"What?" I snapped defensively.

The teacher just closed there mouth, and shook there head. "N-nothing." They said quickly.

Wow did a teacher actually stutter around me? I guess I must've gone more Wynn than I should have. I just lowered my head.

Told you I could have been the nerd.

...

I didn't want to go home, just to see those words on the wall. My name written out. I hadn't seen it since the day they took me away, my name scratched sloppily onto a stone grave marker. It chilled me to my core.

I could have gone to Ophelia's but something about how very Clarenceville she was bugged me. She was just a stereotype, I didn't even know her. Sure I knew Ophelia Magnight but I don't know her. The real girl that they stole and made into someone else, just the thought of that made me sick right now.

So I walked down to the one place that was the least Clarenceville-like.

The creek.

When I was 10 I started having really bad nightmares about my parents, sometimes they were dead, sometimes they were dying, or sometimes we were just separated, but they were always terrible. So I stopped sleeping. I used to wander around Clarenceville. That just bugged me because of the pristine nature of the place, it was way too perfect, but then I found the creek. There's a forest off the side of this old playground on the edge of town. Walk through it for about five minutes and you'll find the creek.

It was small, and had some old beer bottle glass in it, it wasn't perfect and that's why I loved it.

I stretched out on a log near the creek and the water gurgled happily. Sunlight shone through the trees in pieces, and it looked beautiful. Not the kind of beautiful Clarenceville showed, fake and plastic. This was natural beauty that couldn't be replicated.

I closed my eyes and just smiled for the first time all day. I listened to the birds chirp and the water run and a twig snap.

My eyes shot open as I looked around, nothing seemed out of order and then I saw something, no someone.

Adam Kingsley walked through the forest in a pair of jeans, a Metallica t-shirt and you guessed it, his old leather jacket. I rolled my eyes and got ready to be awkwardly hit on.

"Hey Kai." Adam smirked, his hair was messed perfectly and he smelled lightly of some sort of spice cologne. There was a mischievous glint in his dark brown eyes. I got an unfamiliar fluttering feeling in my chest and didn't think about long enough to figure out what it meant.

"Don't call me that." I responded, only Ophelia called me that and I barely tolerated it then. I hated my fake name, nicknames that came from it were downright horrible.

"What should I call you then?" Adam asked, sitting down on the log next to me. I sighed, that meant he'd be staying.

"Kaia, after all that is my name." I responded.
"But everyone calls you that, how will I make myself memorable if I call you what everyone else does?" He pouted.

It was actually pretty cute, wait what?

I shook my head. I could not be finding creepy Adam that stared at my chest 'cute.' I did notice that he was looking at my eyes, not my chest which I was thankful for.

I just rolled my eyes at his statement.

"So why exactly are you out traipsing through the woods?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Sheesh, Kai, at least let me keep my air of mystery for a little while." He winked.

"Fine but only for a little while and then you have to tell me." I smirked.

He shook his head in amusement. "Fine, fine."

"So if your not going to tell me why your randomly out in the forest at least tell me something." I said after a minute of silence.

Adam nodded. "Hmm, well wanna here a really dumb joke?"

"Sure." I shrugged.

"Okay, well there's a baby tomato, a daddy tomato, and a mommy tomato and they're all taking a walk, but the baby tomato is walking very slow so the daddy tomato walks down to the baby tomato and steps on him and yells "ketchup!" Adam finishes with an expectant look on his face, waiting for me to get the joke.

I couldn't help but laugh. Not just because of the lameness of the joke but because Adam looked so hopeful that I'd do something other than roll my eyes.

It's weird, I still couldn't help thinking of that boy that couldn't even look me in the eye. Was he still in there? Or did he disappear like Ophelia, Ryder and so many others. It made me sick.

"Is everything okay?" Adam asked, his face looking concerned. My face must have shown my unease.

"Uh yeah, just tired." I said, it wasn't exactly a lie, I was exhausted.

Adam scanned me with his eyes. He didn't seem to believe me, but for once he didn't push.

"So are you going to tell me now?" I asked after a few minutes. This silence wasn't awkward like the other one, and it was actually very peaceful. Adam had leaned back against the log. I didn't want to disrupt the calm but I was very curious.

Adam blew some air out his nose, seemingly frustrated. "I just, I don't know where I came from but it wasn't like this. Everything here is so... Plastic. I was just taking a walk and I saw you up ahead, and I don't know but something about you just seems different here. It's like you belong here but you don't. You're different. So I followed you, and I don't regret it I mean look where it lead me." Adam smiled at me, one of his rare genuine smiles.

I smiled back, my face flushed and that fluttering feeling in my stomach returned. He didn't know it but that meant so much to me. Sometimes I felt like this town was starting to break me. Like one morning I'd wake up and I really would be Kaia Johnstone, but just hearing someone say it, I was different, made me feel better. Some days I felt like I was being smushed like that baby tomato, but here I was. I'd survived up until this point and I could make it.

After all, I am Wynn Noble.