Cassie had spent the rest of the day alternating between telling her parents she was fine every ten minutes, and studying for the PSATs. She couldn’t leave the house, couldn’t go on the internet, and now couldn’t read mystery novels either; the descriptions of the murder victims ravaged bodies were now another thing that struck too close to home for her. Maybe at this rate, I will get into Harvard, she thought. That is, if some demon’s underling didn’t snatch her first. By Monday morning, Cassie was eager to go to school for the first time she could remember since she was a small child. She was tired of hiding in her room, tired of studying, and especially tired of the nightmares. She considered blaming Sam for them, but she didn’t honestly think he’d made good on his threat to give her bad dreams; he’d taken it back immediately, she knew she was entirely capable of doing that to herself. She couldn’t wait to immerse herself in a world where people worried primarily about things like skinny fit jeans and getting into their top-choice schools.
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