⚛ Chapter Ten ~ Wilson's POV ⚛

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The rack of vials are exactly where we left them, and nothing has changed. I check my cellphone, noticing that it's Wednesday again, and it's still Lunch.
"Weird. It's like time froze when we left." I remark, slipping my phone back in my pocket.
"Cool." is all Kennedy says in reply. She's putting away the chemicals now, and emptying the beaker in the sink. The Vioval Portal has disappeared---probably for the last time.
"So, uh, something happened between Willnia and I." I say nervously, wringing my hands.
"Oh, really now?" she looks at me with a suggestive smirk. "And what would that be?"
"Um, it involved a...transfer."
She frowns now, watching me. "What kind of transfer?"
"Well...she's kind of, um..." I stammer.
"She's what? What did you do?" Kennedy glares at me expectantly.
"She's here..." I trail off, throwing a glance at the back room.
"What? You brought Willnia here? Do you know how dangerous taking an entire person from an alternate dimension is?" she bursts.
"I'm sorry, okay? I just couldn't part from her!"
"If I have to go back, I will." I look over Kennedy's shoulder to see Willnia standing in the doorway of the back room.
"No, you don't. Kennedy doesn't know what she's talking about." I say quickly. Kennedy stares at me, betrayed. I walk forward to hold Willnia's hand. "Come on. I'm gonna show you the real versions of your friends!"
Willnia smiles and nods. "Great!"
I lead her out of the science lab, sneaking her downstairs to the office to sign her in first. I had to explain that she was a new student before pulling her down the hall. The whole way, I pointed at the few classmates I spotted, telling her who each one was. Finally, we reach the cafeteria.
"Everything's the same, except for the people." Willnia comments.
"Yeah."
We sit down at the end of a table. That's when I realize I don't have food.
"Um, do you want something to eat? I forgot food." I laugh it off awkwardly.
"Oh, don't worry." Willnia says. She reaches into a purse I never noticed she had before and pulls out two bags of Sun Chips. "I didn't eat them all."

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Kennedy seems to have calmed down by the time I see her again after Lunch. She's at her locker, staring at everything inside. It must be quite the relief not to have to share it with someone.
I, on the other hand, quite enjoyed sharing my locker with Willnia.
And that's what I'll do now, until she can get her own. I can make room for her, always.
I approach Kennedy, Willnia close behind. "Hey." I greet, raising a hand in a small wave and lowering it again.
"Hi." she responds. She pulls her pencil case from the untidy pile of papers in her locker. A few drift to the floor, and she shoves them back in carelessly.
"Are you still mad at me?" I ask her.
"No." she says. I'm not quite convinced, but I'll take it.
"Don't worry about me, you won't even know I'm here." Willnia grins beside me.
Kennedy shakes her head and locks her locker. I head over to mine and grab my stuff quickly, handing Willnia a notebook and a pencil.
"It's Wednesday here, so we have Music class." I inform her. I allow her to lead for once; she knows her way around just as much as I do.
She jogs down the stairs, giggling the whole way. "I can't wait for you to hear me play guitar!" she boasts as she takes the last steps with ease. I chuckle.
I know what it sounds like.

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We enter the music room. Willnia sits at a desk toward the back, and I sit in my usual seat. Mrs. Lucy does attendance, and then sends us off to play our instruments. I grab my guitar from the rack and sit back in my chair. Strumming a few chords, I try to show off for Willnia. I play a quick song, and Willnia pauses, then frowns.
"Aw! I was going to play that for you." she whines.
"If you're gonna try to impress me, you have to learn a song I don't already know. And that'll be pretty hard, considering you're me and we have the same skills." I point out. She sticks her tongue out at me. I just laugh.
I continue playing the guitar, and even though Willnia is still disappointed, she smiles anyway.

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