'I'd never given much thought to how I would die- though I've had reason enough in the past few months- but even if I did, I never would've imagined it like this.'
The beautiful words of Stephanie Meyer flowed through my brain, soothing it as I layed on my bed, in my make-shift camp. I knew sleep would soon fill me, so I set my battered old copy of Twilight on the ground, and closed my blue eyes. My dream had the same message as all of the others.
I ran through the forest, the greens streaking past me. I turned to see if someone was after me. It was Harry. I yelped as I identified him in my head. Suddenly, fur started to appear all over him, and his shape changed into a- a wolf? Uh oh...
I woke with a gasp. Again.