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Xavier said. “And our band is one of the best in central Texas.”
    The visiting team went first, though they’d only brought half a dozen cheerleaders and a small band that marched around haphazardly, playing their fight song. When the home team squad stepped forward, people screamed and cheered and whistled as the cheerleaders danced to a pop song that morphed into our school song at the end. Ms. Xavier sangalong loudly, a little off-key, and lots of other people joined in, too, clapping their hands and stomping their feet until the bleachers shook.
    â€œWow,” I whispered to Cassie. “Talk about school spirit!”
    â€œYeah, I guess.” Cass watched as the cheerleaders began to form a pyramid.
    The pyramid had three layers already when Megan March stepped forward, doing a quick backflip before climbing up on the other girls’ knees. Seconds later she’d scrambled nimbly to the very top. The stands quieted as she carefully caught her balance before standing upright on the other girls’ shoulders.
    â€œGo, Armadillos!” she shouted at the top of her lungs, her face red as she yelled again.
    She had to be dizzy standing way up there. Strangely, I felt a little dizzy all of a sudden, too. My head swam as I tried to figure out why the scene in front of me looked so familiar. Megan, red-faced and screaming . . .
    I gasped as it hit me. She looked like she had in my vision the other day— exactly like it! When I closed my eyes, I could still see her bright-red face, her mouth stretched into an emphatic scream. I’d thought it was a scream of pain or terror, which was why I’d been so freaked-out. Now I realized it wasn’t that at all. She was just overcome with school spirit!
    Clutching the edge of the bleachers, I tried to tell myself it was a coincidence; it had to be. But here she was, exactly as I’d seen her. I’d predicted this moment, just like I’d seen Cassie getting an A on that social studies test. I couldn’t believe it.
    â€œWhoa. What’s with you?” Cass said. “You look like you ate a bad burrito or something. If you’re going to hurl, do it away from me, okay?”
    â€œI—I—” I stammered. I tried to swallow, but my mouth was too dry.
    A whistle blew, startling me out of my stupor. I was surprised to see that the cheerleaders were already back on the sideline and our offensive line was on the field. How long did I zone out for? I fixed my gaze on Brayden as he crouched down on the field, ready for the snap.
    My sister was still watching me, looking a little worried. “Are you okay? It’s pretty hot out here; maybe you should—”
    â€œIt’s not the heat,” I blurted out. “Listen, Cass, something kind of weird has been happening to me lately.”
    Her gaze drifted back to the field, where the center had snapped the ball to Brayden. Brayden had faked a pass but held on to the ball and was running down the field in our direction, dodging defensive linemen left and right.
    â€œYeah?” Cass said. “Me, too. I keep having this horrible nightmare that I’m being forced to live in some pathetic little town.”
    â€œNo, listen, this is for real.” I hadn’t tried to talk to her about my visions before. What was the point? It wasn’t as if we confided in each other anymore. We barely even spoke. But I really needed to talk to someone about what had happened, and no matter how much we’d grown apart, I still knew I could trust her more than anyone else in the world. “Something really weird happened the other day,” I toldher. “And now something even stranger might have just happened, and I’m not sure, but I think—”
    Brayden was still coming closer. He was running right down the sideline, ball tucked into the crook of his arm, head down. A couple of West River players were behind him and losing ground fast, but another