The alarm clock rang until it suddenly stopped. There was no one there. There was suddenly a glass of water where the annoying little device had been on the nightstand.

Devon had barely pressed the alarm button to stop the annoying morning noise when her fingers were wet. Startled, she jerked her hand back, knocking something over and making a splash.

As quickly as Devon sat upright in her bed, no one could see. For a split second, she sat staring at the small wooden cabinet next to her bed. No alarm clock, just an overturned glass spilling its contents onto the floor.

What? .... This couldn't be. The alarm clock had gone off, Devon was sure of it, but there was only the glass. Another thing that couldn't be right. When she put something to drink by her bed at night, it was a bottle, a closed bottle, and it was on the floor. Nowhere else.

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Bored, Devon drummed her finger on the edge of the table and watched her law class. Was she going to take this class? No. Why had she taken it anyway? Parents. One day you'll thank us for telling you to take this class. You are learning for life, not for school.

So Devon sat here now. Week after week, day after day. And she just couldn't take any more of Mr. Porter's talk. The subject itself might not be bad, but a different teacher would have been nice.

While Porter talked about criminal law and the class half-heartedly listened to the fifty-year-old, a shrill scream interrupted the lesson.

Devon automatically lifted her head and looked at the girl sitting in the second row to her left who was staring at her in utter horror.

At first, all the students and Mr. Porter looked at Claire, wanting to know why the redhead had let out a scream. But when nothing came out and the girl just looked at Devon, the heads turned to her. Cluelessness turned to confusion.

The frame of the table Devon was sitting at was no longer metal but neon green and the wooden top was a skateboard.

Yes, she loved to be stared at. Especially when you had no idea what was going on.

Until now, Devon hadn't thought about the incident with the radio a good month ago, but now she couldn't take it lightly. There was something very wrong with her.