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[h3]From the Parking Lot to the Gym[/h3][/center]

	The twisting, gnawing feeling frolicking around in her gut followed Zaylin off the bus, making her feel nauseous. She tried to follow Stella and Tobias, but once they got off, she quickly lost the budding couple in the crowd of boisterous, panicked teenagers as more and more students and teachers realized they were not going to be leaving the school anytime soon.
	A couple teachers called continuously above the panicked roar, trying to direct the students to the gym and regain some sense of calm. Another bus pulled back onto the curb, shock and fear visible on the driver’s face behind the windshield. 
	Zaylin pushed her way through the students heading to the gymnasium. Her gaze shifted to the floor and many pairs of feet as she entered the ominous main building. She broke free from the flow of people and strode a couple yards down a relatively deserted hallway. She took a deep breath and leaned her head against the wall, willing the nausea to go away and wishing she had something to drink to help settle her stomach.
	[i]There’s some bad juju going on here,[/i] she thought, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to block out the loud drone of the student voices. [i]That’s gotta be it.[/i] She took another deep breath, the nausea finally beginning to subside. [i]Or nerves...[/i} She exhaled slowly through her mouth.
	[i]Students getting murdered. A school filled with powerful students. An untrustworthy headmistress and her daughter. And now a time-warp or something to keep us here.[/i] She gave a dark, snorted chuckle. [i]And I thought boarding school was going to be boring.[/i]
	With a last deep breath, Zaylin ran her hand through her hair and opened her eyes.
	[i]Everything’s going to be fine,[/i] she tried to reassure herself. [i]We’ve got a whole school filled with talented people. There’s no way we won’t figure this out. Besides, Tobias can electrocute anything that goes near him, and I can get some Bar-B-Q started. Nothing like roasted bad-guy for dinner. Mmm, mmm good.[/i]
	She looked to the main hall. The flood of students had died down, a few teachers mixed in with the students.
	[i]Time to see if we’ll actually get any answers.[/i] Her nose pulled up in a silent snarl at the thought of the headmistress and how easily she had brushed Zaylin off earlier. [i]Maybe she’ll be the one to get punched in the nose this time.[/i]
	With a smirk on her face from the thought, as unlikely as it may be, she followed the last of the students to the gym.
	With the bleachers out of commission, students stood around in various groups. Most avoided the bleachers entirely, as if they expected them to come crashing down with so much as a misplaced breath… which Zaylin suspected was not too far from being possible.
	She scanned the crowd of students, looking for any friendly, familiar faces and listening to snippets of conversations to see if she could hear any of Amy’s other secrets as she waited for the headmistress to arrive and hopefully answer a few of the thousands of questions rising to the ceiling of the gym.