Chapter 8. Field Trip

"Who is that?" I ask. I jerked my head behind me. I'm sure it came from there— I mean, the voice that I heard, the voice that spoke. 

"What do you mean?" asked Azeera. "What's bothering you? No one's speaking, it's just you and I here," Azeera added, while she's not noticing that she was snorting. Or maybe, she’s making fun of what I’ve heard on purpose. 

"I don't know," I responded. "You didn't hear it?" I asked, ruffling the top of my nose.

Annoyed, Azeera responded, "I don't hear anything." She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms. "Please stop the crap."

I look around me and my heart skips a beat. I feel like the world stops around me, it feels as though this is just a dream. 

But I know that this isn't a dream, this is a reality I'm scared to face— a reality that has always been haunting me. Yes, I've been hearing these strange noises for a couple of days. 

That voice came from someone familiar to me. But who is that? I ca