Flame Touch

Chapter 5-Sunny

Man, what the heck is Mrs. Cassio's problem, looking at me with her stupid blond hair and her stupid yellow teeth which are actually a lot whiter than mine, and her stupid, stupid.... Ahh!

I hate chop sticks, the Japanese should just use forks like the rest of the world, same with the Chinese. YEAH! I'M TALKIN TO YOU JAPAN!!!!! Calm Sunny, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, breathe in, breathe in, ok, turn blue for a couple seconds, and breathe out. Gooood.....

Melody's acting all weird, not a Melody weird, just a weird weird. Like, unusual. What a stupid word. UNUSUAL. I wonder who made the first dictionary. Who has the time to put all those words and all those definitions in a book? That's why we have the friggin' internet. Google has the answer to anything! Ok off topic, ANYWAY, Mrs. Cassio was still staring at us and I saw her eyes glance at Melody's fish sandwich. Her eyes widened. Weird. I looked in the direction she was looking. You'll never believe what I saw! A... sandwich!!! NO WAY!!!! Ms. Cassio was looking at it with great interest, like she was trying to burn a hole in it with her gaze. I couldn't see why, Ms. Cassio hates fish, maybe she wanted to decapitate it? I don't know. I glance at the fish again; maybe I should try to decapitate it too. I hear a faint whisper, maybe it's my inner fish-fillet-burning being realized! The whisper is getting louder! It's calling my name!

"SUNNY! Why the hells are you looking at my sandwich like it's infected with some type of bug?!"

I turned and saw Melody looking at me with her normal Melody-weirdness.

"I was just trying to decapitate it..." I mutter.

"You can't decapitate something without a head!"

"Well I didn't know what decapitate meant; it's just a fun word!"

"THERE'S TOO MUCH GODDAMN LETTUCE!"

Melody and I turned around from our little fight to see Knox ripping out the lettuce from her sandwich and just eating the meat and bread.

"Knox," I said in my most Yoda voice, "A balance there must be, lettuce and meat coexist they do, upset this you must not."

Knox huffed, "There was too much goddamn lettuce, so I took the goddamn lettuce out."

I was about to continue when I heard a feminine voice shriek.

"You must restore it!"

I turned and tried to spot the origin of the voice. Who the heck was screaming this loud in the middle of lunch?

"It's going to spiral out of control, Sunny, you must restore it!"

Okaaay, the voice was calling to me. I tried to force myself to let it go, but the tone of the voice had me hooked, like someone was in pain. I turned to ask Knox and Melody about this, but they were gone. I looked at my surroundings and found that I was surrounded by white and black. Each color was trying to overtake the other, and black was winning.

Okay, I'm officially freaking out.

"Restore what?!" I tried to scream, though my voice came out in barely a whisper.

"RESTORE IT!"

I tried to scream again, but no voice came out. The white light came towards me, and I was paralyzed to stop it.

My vision suddenly went from white to a very pasty blue. A familiar blue. A familiar ugly blue. The blue of the lunchroom walls.

"Hello?? Anyone in there? Earth to Sunny?"

I blinked.

"Hold on let me try. SUNNY IF YOU DON'T WAKE UP FROM YOUR ANNOYING DAZE MY PET HAMSTER WILL EAT YOUR FACE!"

"I don't think that helped Knox, she's just doing this to annoy us."

"It's working."

I blink again. My name is Sunny, I am 16 years old. I live in San Francisco. Knox and Melody are my friends. Knox does not have a pet hamster.

I laughed and said, "So it worked huh? I should do this to Ms. Gelc when she gets mad at me!" I laughed again shakily.

Knox rolled her eyes and said, "Told you," but Melody didn't seem to buy it.

"You're pale and sweaty, are you sure you're ok?" she asked worriedly.

"Pale and sweaty, just the compliment I needed." I said sarcastically with a cool half smile. Melody rolled her eyes too and went back to her sandwich. I got up to throw the remains of my very unappetizing sandwich. The gray trashcan ate it like a greedy pig. I put my plastic red tray in the tray bin and started walking towards my seat, then, something catched my eye. A red symbol that looked like a pair of scales.