<strong>Neela Roland</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: Heading to School, Seeing the others, Running to the entrance<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Soo Jin, Open<br/><hr/><br/>As Neela sat and waited for Soo Jin's response, something spoke to her from the shadows. Quickly Neela headed to her window to see the fog returning to her street. Eyes going wide she watched as the fog swirled and formed a pathway. The voice told her to go to the school. But why? There was still some time before school began. Neela felt something brush against her face, brushing some of her hair over her eyes and flinched, feeling like someone was in the room with her. Clearing her throat, Neela picked up her purse and slipped into her flats. Quietly she rushed down the stairs and out of the back door of her modest home. She ran around the side of the house and unlocked her bike. Without bothering to bring her lock with her, Neela pocketed her phone in her purse and slid it over her head and shoulder so it would not fall as she peddled through the fog's path and towards the school.<br/><br/>Legs pumping quickly, Neela made her way to the school campus, nearly forgetting that she wore nothing but her tee shirt, short shorts and flats. The wind was chilly against her skin, easily breaking through the thin fabric. She should have grabbed a sweater. Cursing Neela shook her head and stopped at the parking lot fifty feet away from a group of people. They were in her dream--she remembered their faces, but not all of their names. Neela put her feet back on the peddles of her bike and moved silently across the parking lot towards the other students.<br/><br/>Except they are running from her, or at least she thinks they are. That is when a sinking feeling of danger grips Neela by the shoulders, causing her to hit some kind of invisible fence. Neela shouts as she soars off her bike and too the ground. Protecting her face, Neela's arms hit the ground first, followed by her hips and the rest of her body. Skidding to a stop, Neela looks up fascinated that she only has a scrape and no broken bones, but danger itches at her feet. Struggling to stand, Neela runs towards the entrance of the school too, fear crushing her throat.