I'm Lily Madwip, and this is a nightmare.

This is a nightmare.

In fact, I'm pretty sure I've had this exact nightmare before.

Me and a knife fight with Lisa Welch surrounded by bloodthirsty onlookers cheering for my

death.

Although in my dream we're usually on the school playground and I'm in my underwear, I'm

going to cut you from teens to tongue.

Lisa Welch hisses at me.

I'm not entirely sure what that means.

It's not her talking though, that's heckety.

I know it.

She's gotten inside Lisa Welch's brain somehow and is controlling her.

Honestly, I'm impression how to brain to control.

Lisa Welch couldn't find her butt with both hands.

She paces around me, murder written on her face.

Not really the word murder, like tattooed on her skin, but I could see it in her eyes

that she's not worried she's going to barf at the side of blood, like she did back in

second grade when we weren't enemies and we played together on the playground and I was

skipping rope and tripped in skin my knees.

That time Lisa saw the flappy bits hanging off my legs with all the blood and gravel

and she uptook right there in front of me, like right in front of me, like the barf splashed

right on my legs.

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