The dream

Could this day get any worse? I jolted at my English professor's voice. Only fifteen minutes? I knew I wouldn't have enough time to finish my exam after staying all night to study. I was exhausted.
How ironic. I waste four hours of my life studying for this stupid test, only to be too tired to ta-
"Camryn? Is there a problem?" My instructor's voice rattled me out of my daze.
"No, Professor Severn." I took my eyes away from the window. The rain had always caught my attention for some reason.
C. Focus. E. This test is seventy percent of your grade, Cam. If you ever want to get a decent job as an english teacher, you have to focus. B. You don't have to get an A on the test, just enough to pass. D. Fifty questions, and I'm only on number thirty. Great. A. Seventy percent? Couldn't he have made it less? D. What is a- oh never mind I'll just guess. E. Why does Severn have to teach the one class I-
"Pencils down. Hand your paper in as you walk out."
What? That wasn't fifteen minutes! I only got to question thirty-four! B.
"Miss Jones! I said pencils down!" Disappointed, I grabbed my jacket and dropped my pencil in my bag, which I sluggishly drooped over my shoulder.
"Could I... do you think I could have some more time to finish my test, sir? Uh, Professor Severn. Please." I was annoyed at my social-awkwardness.
The scholar sighed. "Camryn, you know that would be unfair."
"Yeah, I guess. Sir." Really Cam? Again with the Sir?
"I suppose I could give you fifteen minutes, but that's it. Meet me here at seven tomorrow morning."
"Thank you Si- Professor."I pulled my hood over my head and headed for my dorm room.
"Thank goodness." Letting out a sigh of relief, I plopped onto my bed, which let out an ear wrenching screech. My r...

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...ack to the point where I couldn't see him any more. When he rose the seat back to it's rightful position, there was someone else sitting in the seat. It was a woman, probably about thirty-years-old. She had red hair, and a black dress. She turned her head again; a revolting smile sitting on her face.
I felt the memory of my seven-year-old body slipping away. I was forgetting about what just happened!
NO! WAKE UP CAMYRN!

I leaped out of bed, breathing hard and sweaty. "It was only a dream. Okay. Your good Cam."
After a few minutes of sitting on the floor, I heard a knock on my dorm room door. My breathing had gone down a little, so I tried to make myself look as though I hadn't just been through one of the most terrifying moments of my life, and opened the door.
It was her.
The red haired woman. In the black dress. On her face, the same revolting smile.