<strong>Neela Roland</strong><br/><strong>Location</strong>: At Home<br/><strong>Tag</strong>: Soo Jin, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Neela leans into the humid night and looks at the retreating fog in confusion. She does not understand why it retreated so quickly once she looked at it; it was almost like a CGI effect. What was fog doing here in town when it was warm? Shaking her head Neela turns to look at her clock again and sighs. Briefly, she considers going to her mother Jill to ask for a sleeping pill just for tonight. However, she knew if she took it now she would be a zombie in the morning. Neela then walks over to her phone and considers calling Soo Jin since she was in her dream. Neela shivers at the thought of little shadow people watching her. What was this the Truman show?<br/><br/>Neela glanced around the room again feeling hyper alert--as though something really was watching her. She picks up her phone and texts Soo Jin.<br/><br/><em>&lt;Soo Jin: Did you have a weird dream tonight? Did you see the fog? Sorry if this text wakes you but you should really have your phone on vibrate instead of sound: P&gt;</em><br/><br/>Neela puts her phone down and sighs once again. Wiping sweat off her forehead Neela clears her throat. She feels almost like a block of ice melting in the sun. The urge to see the school for herself burns in her stomach suddenly, but Neela shakes her head at the thought. "It was only a dream," she tells herself. Neela goes to her closet and changes shirts since her other one was sweaty. She smoothes the soft fabric over her stomach, grins, and plops down on her bed, crossing her legs in a seated position. She grabs her phone off the nightstand then and looks to see if her friend Soo Jin replied yet.<br/>