Original Works

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You know how some stories start with a unnatural event, like a blue dog appears, a portal starts forming in your textbook, or suddenly everyone turns into kangaroos?

Or the main character minds his/her own business, and suddenly boom, they're given a task to save the world by the math teacher.

I always thought that if I was ever a main character, one of those two would happen to me.

But noooo, apparently fate or whatever is controlling this universe wanted to spice things up.

So my amazing, magical, supernatural, adventurous, crazy, I'm-running-out-of-adjectives story started with a rash.

Yes, you heard me. A rash. Above my eye.

That started my whole story.

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The first time I realized that I had a rash was during passing period at school, between 2nd and 3rd. My friend Alyssa looked at me and said, "Kate, there's something red above your eye."

So I go to the bathroom to look at myself in the mirror- and there it is, a red splotch about the size of a pea sitting above my right eye. Which was weird, since it wasn't there this morning, before I left for school. And it didn't itch or anything either, I didn't feel anything at all.

So I brushed it off and left the bathroom, figuring that it'll disappear in a few days.

Well, guess what? I was wrong.

The rash stayed there for the rest of the week, and the one after. Even after November started, when a month had passed, it just sat there over my eye.

By this time, I was getting worried, and so did my mother. She took me to the doctor, who didn't know why. So she took me to a skin specialist.

But he didn't know either. So much for a "specialist".

But he told me to think of how long ago that happened, anything that maybe changed to it, and how my skin looked before and after getting the rash.

So to do that, I decided to use my phone. Hey, who knew that creepy selfies could one day be used to solve skin problems? Well anyway, I set to work, looking through all my pictures as I sat on my bed at home.

And lemme tell you: I'm one of those types of people who like to look back at the good old memories in the past. So naturally, these photos distracted me, and I ended up just having a walk down the memory lane, instead of looking at whether I had a rash above my eye in early July.

But then I found something odd. As I scrolled through the photos, I noticed a few people with me in many of the old pictures. That wasn't the weird part. The weird part was, I didn't know who they were.

Seriously, I racked my brain trying to remember. Nothing. I showed my mother, and asked who they were. She didn't know. I even checked my old yearbooks, flipping through the mug shots. Nada.

Who the heck are they!?

Driven by curiosity and frustration, I pulled out some albums and started going through them. Then I realized- no one, not one person that was standing next to the 10-old me was recognizable. Not a single freaking person.

This was weird.

Am I just tired? Am I dreaming? I thought, and proceeded to put the albums back into the bookshelf. But then, a picture fell out and landed on the floor.

Curious, I picked it up.

There was 6-year old me, hair up into pigtails, beaming as I held my parents's hands. My parents were smiling too.

But my parents didn't look like the ones in the picture. My mother isn't short as the woman in the picture. And my father was never red haired.

But the girl in the photo was definitely me. As embarassing as it is, the little girl in the hello kitty dress is most definitely me. Yup. I'm definitely not dreaming.

But who are these "Parents"?

Who are these "Friends"?

What the heck is going on?

Yeah, that started my whole freaking adventure. I know it'll sound cliche, but seriously- my journey after that was the most unusual thing I've ever read/heard/experienced.