I slowly picked up the ball with one hand. I felt like I was in the hunger games...but obviously not because I could clearly see the whole baseball field.I saw that no one was watching me. So, I took out the butterfly picture from my pocket and touched it. I was back in the classroom. The door was about to open, the mysterious man was about to come in and speak to me again. I knew I couldn't go through that again, so I quickly hide behind a table in the back of the classroom. I saw in the distance the mysterious man talk to me, but it wasn't me.
"I have to stop this once and for all, but the question is how?" I whispered to myself.
I saw myself walk out of the room with the mysterious man and I knew what was happening. I remember the mysterious man said something about being aware of the passage of time. I am now very aware of the passage of time.
"If only I could talk to someone who knew how to help me".
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