Chapter 1

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Ever since I was a little kid I was a triangle kid.

My first drawing - a yellow triangle.
Any food on my plate - always shaped it into a triangle.
My laces - laced up as a triangle at the top of my shoes.
Every time I'm nervous I draw triangles in the air.
When bored in class, I doodle triangles in my notebooks or on the desk.
My bedding - each and every has a triangle pattern.
My walls - covered in triangles I drew through years.
Generally triangles are everything and everywhere for me.

I never cared why. I didn't think there was a reason.

Until one day.

I woke up as usual (to the sound of my triangle clock), dressed up as usual (a t-shirt with a triangle, what did you think?), went to school as usual (late)... nothing new, just a normal day.
Adrien and those 'cool' guys where laughing at me bc I almost tripped on nothing so we fought, we both bled, normal day, nothing new.

Till the moment I was going back home.

I was walking by foot of course. When I turned thirteen my mom said "you're a teen now so you go to school alone". So I go ever since then. Although it's boring and I can't even go to Starbucks cause I forgot my money AGAIN. "Or did I..." I thought seeing an opened window in a tenement I was passing.

I jumped inside the flat. I laid on the floor behind the couch. I heard somebody singing in the shower. Perfect timing! I got up and looked around. A tin assigned "for dreams" was left on the kitchen counter. "For dreams, huh? For mine too?" I thought and opened it. I found around 50 dollars. I took 10 and headed back to the window.

"With somebody who loooooves meeeee" I heard from the bathroom and jumped out of the window.

I went to Starbucks with a pure smile, holding the door for that girl who walked out.
"Thank you sir" she said "No problem" I replied and walked up to the bar and ordered Cinamon Dolce Latte. I drank it all not even getting a sit. "And they say stealing is 'bad'" I said and the barman stared at me with a "Excuse me??" "Don't worry it wasn't you who I robbed" I smiled and walked out.

"Im home!!" I shout as I walk in. Silence. Oh, right. My parents are off to work.

I leave my backpack, and I walk out again. I go to McDonald's, I order fries and of course I don't know why but shape them into a triangle on the tray. I look at it for a moment. I see like a triangle inside the triangle but 90° rotated. And like a reflection of it on the right. I look above this and see two curved fries with one between them which makes it look like a cat eye... And the rotated triangles look way a lot like a tie...!

Everything gets dark in my eyes.

I only hear the people talking

I also hear something echoed....

"Sure I am, what's your point?"









"We'll meet again"









"You're my puppet now!"










"A-X-O-L-O-T-L MY TIME HAS COME TO BURN I INVOKE THE ANCIENT POWER THAT I MAY RETURN IN THIS UNIVERSE"






I fall off the chair. Somebody says something to me. I don't hear it but I nod and walk out leaving my fries and run home.

All this time....

All this time I thought my triangle obsession was nothing while it was supposed to remind me who I am...

Who I was....

Before I got trapped in this body....

In this universe....

As a fricking human....

All because of....

The Damn Pines family...

I open my laptop and search for Pine Tree's info.

This nerd is famous now. He made some discoveries blah blah blah....

What about Shooting Star?

She's a famous psychologist now, married to Pacifica Northwest-Pines.... Blah blah....

Sixer and his brother - only famous because of their niece and nephew. I bet they would be famous if they didn't hide something they discovered...

Wait... I actually get my powers back....

I start to know something I shouldnt know.

Yes!!

That euphoria moment is just a moment. Then I remember...




Pines... I clenched my teeth in anger. The only thing I wanted to do at that moment was throw my laptop out of the window and yell. Then I got an idea. I smiled evily

"Its not over yet...." I whisper.

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