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Ylva shook her head violently. Then, to clarify that she was actually trying to communicate, she took a deep breath and said [color=00a651]I think I'm okay. I mean I'm not okay, but I'm okay here. I really really don't want to be alone right now.[/color] For a few moments, Ylva closed her eyes and concentrated on her breathing. She could feel her heart rate start to normalize and nodded to herself [color=00a651] I'm not going to pass out or anything. I just... [/color] not knowing what to say or what to make of what had happened, Ylva didn't finish that sentence. 

She felt hyper aware of all that was going on around her and suddenly remembered something saying something about screaming. [color=00a651]I didn't hear anyone scream. Did you? I'm not sure what I heard. Or who.[/color] She looked around the group, not addressing anyone in particular. [color=00a651]Gosh that was weird.[/color] It was almost like she was talking to herself. 
Ylva hesitated. She was dying to share whatever-that-was with someone, but she'd only met these people just now. With no idea who to trust, and no desire to be the designated weirdo again, Ylva was hesitant. 

At the same time, in a split second, something else was dawning on her. She'd accepted going to this school because she'd had little choice, but the few brief conversations she'd heard and had suddenly came back to her and suddenly it hit her. [color=00a651][I]We're all weirdo's here.[/I][/color] She smiled and thought [color=00a651][I]Maybe whoever brought us here, brought us here for that reason? We are all weird in some way? [/I][/color] This gave her courage an unexpected boost and she just blurted out [color=00a651]I never heard a single voice shouting. I heard a lot of voices, first at the same time, then jumbled. They were taunting, threatening, all talking at once.[/color] She looked around the room to gauge the reactions, then continued. [color=00a651]Something weird about things having been set in motion and our being here won't make a difference. It was weird, scary weird, nails on chalkboard scary weird.[/color] 

Ylva looked at the people around her. Her eyes passed over their worried faces. She continued [color=00a651]So no, I'd rather not be alone right now. And I doubt I could sleep tonight anyway.[/color]