When I woke up I was in my room, with my blankets over me. I was alone. It must’ve been a dream…I thought. Miranda…was there a Miranda? Or had I just dreamed her up? I turned over, sighing. Miranda was standing there.
“You fell asleep. So I brought you to your room.” she said sweetly.
“I…no! Get out of my house!” I was fully rested and I could scream all I wanted to.
“Why? Aren’t we fr?” Miranda looked worried.
“You crazy, crazy psycho!” I stood up and started running.
“Dont run! You might pass out again!” Miranda warned me, in her sweet voice.
“SHUT UP!” I yelled.
“I said…DON’T RUN!” Miranda’s voice changed back to the fork-rubbing-plate voice that hurt my ears.
“LEAVE MY HOUSE!” I ran as fast as I could until I reached the end of the hallway.
“LISTEN TO ME!” Miranda chased me, flying again. Her hair flew behind her and she looked at me with her piercing blue eyes. It was a dead end. I closed my eyes, and waited for death.

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