I was at school again. I didn't know how. Students chatter around me and their voices blurred into white noise. Mrs. Robertson stalked in front of the loud herd of frantic children. Then silence.
Why was I here? "Good morning class." Mrs. Robertson's greeting had hardly gotten to me. I was in the bus... and then I appeared here. I began to feel woozy, it wasn't a particularly sick feeling, but not a normal one. I wondered if I had been drugged. No... there wasn't anyone on the bus. I had only remembered getting on the bus, it driving away from my house, and realizing there was no driver... I must have been daydreaming. Though I'm not the distracted type, I do sometimes imagine things. But not things like that. I was so confused, had almost forgotten that I was in a classroom.
The bell rang and filled the now unnoticeable buzz of chatter with a sharper noise. Mrs. Robertson attempted to tame the class, "Well I guess we've run out o...-" Her voice faded before she could finish and my vision went black. I could no longer feel my arms or legs. It felt like my body was... shutting down.
"Morgan... Morgan... you are safe now... don't be afraid..."
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Morgan
FantasyMorgan Goldview had a completely normal life: a nice school, an annoying brother, loving parents... until that all changed and a new life emerged. How will she cope with her new abilities? Will she be able to open up to her new peers? Will she be un...
