Chapter Seven
chapter seven
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HHHHHHHH!” I wake up shouting loudly, startling from the sensation of falling down a steep flight of stairs. My arm shoots out to the side to catch the banister. But there’s no banister there, no stairs. I smack my brother directly in the face again.
He lets out a rough
oof
and catches my arm. “Dude. What the hell, Mae?”
Bolting upright, I’m already sweating. I reach for my neck. Do I look like a corkscrew? Is my head on the right way?
Can I see my own butt?
I slump with relief until I notice the same white-noise hum of an engine, the same dry, recirculated air. The same
everything
.
“
No
,” I whisper, heart pounding.
Not again
.