Raquel was running.
She couldn't see what was chasing, but she had the crushing certainty that if she stopped, it would catch up with her. So she kept running. The hallways stretched on forever, lined by unfamiliar walls covered in portraits of older people she couldn't recognize.
She finally burst into a classroom full of students. They sat neatly on their desks, but the faces staring back at her weren't familiar.
"Who are you? Where am I?" She asked shakily.
Their mouths moved, whispering a name, over and over, except it wasn't hers. It wasn't Raquel.
She turned to the window. Her reflection blinked back the same hair she knew, the same freckles on her face, but her eyes were strange. Instead of the usual sea-blue, they gleamed gold. Almost unreal.
"Who am I?"
"Oh no—" she exclaimed, as her face took on a new look. Her once rounded jaw became sharper at the edges, giving her a cleft chin. The soft almond shape of her eyes narrowed into slits, hardening into a siren's gaze.
