When I got back to my room, I turned on my cell phone, and was attacked with a new stampede of texts. These people will not leave me alone!

One more from Kelsie. It read, “Get away with wat??”

I texted back. “Stop playin dumb I know wat u did”

A few minutes later, she replied, “I didnt do anythin, u r rly stupid its a mystery”

“Who u think did it then?”

“U”

For a moment, I wondered how much of what I remembered had actually been dream. Was it Kelsie who’d pushed me onto the table? Could it have been someone else?

No.. I remembered the pain. Pain was never a part of dreams. Kelsie was framing me.

“Ur wrong”

“Mystery”

“I didnt know phoebe. i saw u, u set this up”

“U rlly were out for a while, wernt u?”

I paused. That’s exactly what my mom had said to me in the car. “I can remember, thanx, ur the killer”

“W/e u say”

She was the murderer, and knew it. She was attempting to mess with me, but she doesn’t know that it’s pretty hard to mess with somebody like me.