Fandom High

'Normal' Begins Now. Or Does It?

Emma POV

I returned from dinner full, but dinner was pretty bland. Today they made plain abnegation food, bread, peas, chicken, but without flavouring or sauce. I change into a comfy TMR t-shirt and plop onto my mattress. Today I'm in a Harry Potter mood, so I reach under my mattress for a random book. That's where I hide all my things since nobody checks under the mattresses. It's a little trick I learned from Madison. Madison sits on her bed that's beside mine, reading The Kill Order. Madison slaps my hand before I can pull a book out.

"Remember what we said?" Madison hisses.

"Right...good thing nobody's here yet, right?"

"Well, what if someone was here? We really need to be careful! I know I say this all the time, but now it's even more important."

"Okay. I guess." I sadly pull out The Scorch Trials. It's not that I don't like TMR, but I hate it when I'm supposed to only like one thing. People think of multifandoms as traitors, the villains in stories, and horrible people.

I sit in silence for a bit, flipping through random pages of the book, my heart really out of it. But a thought occurs to me.

"Madison, do you ever wonder...if...people consider multifandoms horrible outside of Fandom high?"

"Who knows? They obviously don't want us to know anything about the world outside of the walls, so there's no way to know. I guess the only way to know is to somehow get out of here." Madison replies.

"But the only way to get out of here is to-to get expelled. And I don't want to leave. I hate all the rules and all, but there must be a reason for them. And who know's what's beyond those walls. Maybe something crazy. Maybe they're keeping us safe from it. Maybe we're the crazy ones and they're keeping us in here. I mean, I love fangirling, don't get me wrong. Just why are multifandoms so hated?" I wonder.

"And we've never heard anything about people that get expelled from here. What happens to them?" Madison asks.

There're so many questions, but no answers are coming. We try to think of things in the past, but we really don't remember anything before Fandom High. Why don't we remember anything?

I sit in silence, reading random parts from the book.

"Hey, Emma?"

"I'm listening..."

"We should try to get in touch with Jennifer. I know her email." Madison tells me.

"Who's Jennifer?" I ask.

"You don't remember her? She's the girl who got expelled."

"Right.. well do you think they'll block it?" I ask.

"Come on, we can try at least."

"Fine, do it. I'll find us a piece of technology."

"I'll use my laptop," Madison says.

"Alright, then but what are we going to write? Hi Jennifer, what's up! We've never really talked to you but we want to know what you're doing! Where are you right now? Are evil scientists telling you about a huge plan?" I ask, trying to throw as much sarcasm as I can into the words.

Madison laughs. "Just leave it to me, and this isn't TMR," Madison replies with an eye roll. "Plus I have talked to her. Otherwise, why would I know her email?"

"When have you talked to her?" I question in surprise.

"We were once in the same fandom... I don't think you were here... She kind of got sick. When she was better she didn't want to be in our fandom anymore. We still write to each other sometimes. I think it wouldn't be weird for me to be concerned. Did I- have I never told you about that? I thought I must have..."