Kate isn’t thrilled to be moving to the middle of nowhere. She's already lost her parents, now she's leaving the only place she's ever known as home. She’s not there long when she realizes her dreams aren’t her own and that she has the ability to walk through other people's dreams. Not only that, but she might have found her dream guy--literally. He's in her dreams.
Just when she starts to get the hang of dream walking, strange murders in her new town start to occur. Girls are being killed as they sleep with no evidence, no suspects and no clear motive behind the deaths. It doesn’t take Kate very long to realize that the girls aren’t just being killed as they sleep—they’re being killed in their sleep.
Kate must figure out how to find the killer in the real world and keep the ones she loves safe while they sleep. Add it on goodreads.
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I had walked from the parking lot and into the school, so absorbed in the pending melodrama coming toward me today that I didn’t notice my surroundings. People weren’t bouncing off the walls. Mr. Hale was absent from his post. I knew the atmosphere the students of Brighton were creating. The halls were going to be somber, quiet, eerily quiet, but there would always be some sort of noise some people were annoyed with. People would crowd together, looking for comfort, but everyone would feel alone. And for those that didn’t know Brittany, they would feel uncomfortable. They wouldn’t know how to react to those who were grieving and they would continue through the halls respectfully quiet.
Emily had been goofy this morning and I didn’t know how Elise was going to react to this news. Elise had been a cheerleader so I imagined she would have known Brittany as a freshman. I saw her and I knew Elise knew her. Elise tried to give me an encouraging smile, but looked more like she was choking on something.
“I’m sorry,” I said as I sat down next to her.
There wasn’t much to say because there’s nothing to say.
In English 11, my heart stopped beating. I was unsure if the drama I had been preparing for would happen today. I prayed it wouldn’t. The amount of disrespect that would happen sickened me.
Nothing happened on my way in the classroom. Colton was already in his seat. He looked at me blankly and then went back to staring at his notes. Class went on, like our previous classes did, forced. Mrs. Stacy tried to keep active, but not even her heart was into Arthur Miller today.
Nothing concerning JCru happened all morning. Lunch was quiet. I discovered Emily was one of those people who cracked jokes at inappropriate times to try to ease the awkwardness. She got a few smiles and she got a few dirty looks.
At the last period with Colton, he gave me the blank look. I murmured my sympathies and Mr. Reyda tried to get us to participate in the lab, but didn’t seem to care no one got much work done.
While they grieved for Brittany, I grieved for my parents. I wondered if every time someone passed, would the feelings of loss come rushing back at me?