In Study Hall, I had a dream.
I was beautiful and thin and lovely; my hair was silver, my ears had a point, I was wearing clothing made of sunshine.
I was walking the high school halls, and Kate walked by, with a blonde-haired friend of hers I'd glimpsed before, and I said, "I will talk to you."
I meant it as an order, and Kate listened to the Eliac-me. She walked with me to a back door, one without cameras.
"What is it?" She asked me, "who are you?"
"Like you've ever known or cared," I replied, running a straw through my long, fronded fingers, "Like you'd believe me if I told you. You know what I love about the Roses, Kate?"
She stared at me, blinking, pulse racing a little faster. "You're... you're one of Payton's Roses?" she stuttered, still stubborn, "...you?"
I lifted my hand and she flew into the wall, not hard, just a shove, and she backed into it a little, like to stay away from me.
"Lesson one of the Roses," dream-me said in that sweet, sweet voice, "Believe in Magic, Katherine Murley. Then, that knowledge is common sense, to me."
She stared, gaping. "W-what?" She gasped, "but no--I mean, it can't--"
"Perhaps the common sense part is your fear," dream-me continued. "You should always have been afraid of me."
Suddenly I'm just Payton again, and she's still there, looking at me.
"Good-bye, Kate," I said.
The bell rang.
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