HOW WE GOT BACK SENIOR YEAR LAURA

When I woke up, my head throbbed, and my vision was blurry. The rough fabric of a car seat pressed against my cheek, and the air smelled like gasoline and sweat. I tried to move, but my arms felt like lead. "Jess..." I croaked, my voice barely audible.

"She's waking up," a voice muttered, sharp and unfamiliar.

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"She better stay out," another snapped.

Jess was beside me, her face pale and streaked with tears. She whispered something to me, her voice urgent but muffled, like it was coming from underwater. "Laura, listen... You need to run. You have to run, okay? As soon as you can, go!"

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Her words barely registered before the car jolted, throwing me against the door. The pain in my head intensified, and I felt the darkness creeping in again.

The next thing I knew, I was outside. The cold air bit at my skin, and the world swayed unsteadily. I didn't remember how I got there. Did I kick someone? Did they push me out? "Focus, Laura," I whispered to myself, trying to stay upright. My

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head was pounding, and my thoughts felt sluggish, like they were swimming through molasses.

brushing against rough tree bark as I made my way

mind, keeping me moving even as my legs

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I whispered, the name

a road, and headlights suddenly blazed in the distance, cutting through the

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myself forward, raising my arms as high as 1 could, though they felt like they weighed a

the word barely escaping

the asphalt. I tried to stay standing, tried to

felt myself collapse to my knees, the cold road biting into my skin. Someone

Jess..." I forced the words out, my lips barely

vision were darkening. No matter how

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open any longer.

then a hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. "Laura! Stay awake!

voice was frantic, familiar, but I couldn't place it. Everything was slipping

hospital room blurred everything-around me. My throat felt dry,

chair beside me, her face pinched with worry, her perfectly manicured hands clutching mine. But, of course, she wouldn't be here. She wasn't even in the States, last

throat scraping like sandpaper. Then it

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Jess.

sit up, panic surging through me. Jess.

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sound must have stirred him, because, Josh shot upright from the couch across the room. His disheveled hair stuck up in every direction, his shirt wrinkled from where he must have fallen asleep. His eyes found mine, and in an instant,

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