"No way am I going to be late today. Today's the first actual club meeting." I rush to the door, but trip on my own foot. I also realize that my reaction to running late isn't so surprised. I'm too focused on other things to worry about being late to school.
Grandmother helps me up, and I speed to school. I run so fast that I can't keep track of where my legs are going.
How did I oversleep, anyway? Oh, yeah, Charlie kept talking to me in my sleep. It was so annoying that I stayed awake and watched Late Night With Jimmy Fallon.
Running fast, coffee in hand, about to spill, panting like a dying hobo (although that's mean, I don't have another good comparison at the moment), ah, nothing could be better.
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"I . . . made . . . it." I, possibly about to fall out any second, wheeze heavily as I trudge up my last few steps on the staircase.
"Why in the world would someone hold a club meeting so early in the morning? I'd rather have classes . . ." My sentence trails off, and I become greatly dizzy all of a sudden. My head starts to churn, and my legs go numb.
Everything around me starts to dim, and in the last few seconds before I black out, I hear a girl's voice. "Noa?!" Oh, it's Julia.
Her voice is actually accompanied by another's. "Hang on, Noa," she says.
Then everything fades to black.
I wish I jinxed myself when I had said 'about to fall out any second'.
Oh, I wish.
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When my eyes open, all I see is white, bright white light surrounding me.
Then I hear voices. Faint voices.
"Why isn't she waking up?" Cyan's worried tone says.
"She'll wake up soon enough. Let's just go to the club room for our meeting," Julia says, less worriedly than before when she shouted me name.
But, wait. I'm awake. My eyes are open. How do they not see it?
No, it's because I haven't opened my eyes yet. I am awake. I must've been seeing myself awake for some reason.
Now, for real, my eyes pop open and I sit up in the nurse's office bed, around me seeing Arthur, Julia, Cyan, Charlie, and---
"You're that girl I saw at the movies, looking at the ceiling!" I still feel lightheaded, so why am I shouting?
The girl stepps back, startled and embarrassed. She looks like one of those porcelain dolls. Her long and straight auburn hair is tied as a ponytail in the back of her head, contrasting nicely with her jade green eyes and small freckles right below them. She has on a simple withe t-shirt with a black blazer and denim capris.
"I didn't expect you to see that. Um, I'm Wisty from class 10-C," she says. I'm surprised she actually spoke.
"You already know my name, I see. Who . . . doesn't? Oh, are you joining our club? We need one more member," I propose, highly doubting that a soft-spoken and shy girl like her would say OK.
I get up from the bed, staggering a little. Why are the effects so bad? It's not like I jumped off a cliff, or spun around millions of times in a row. Maybe I overestimated my body.
"I'd love to join," Wisty says gaily, surprising everyone.
"Well, you're in one hell of a ride. That is, since you might be hearing arguments all day," Arthur says.
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Jenga
Teen FictionWaiting for excitement is a hard thing to do. Especially when you're Noa King, the girl who has a so-called "guy's name" and is rumored to "summon spirits". Having an intimidating demeanor and pale skin doesn't help much either. And then there's Cha...
