Her life was plain...
And then it wasn't.
After one fateful day in a doctor's office, fourteen-year-old June Rivard knew things were about to get wild. Between the discovery of her mysterious abilities, and her discovery of the mysterious...
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"We don't know what's going on, doctor."
"Well, let's have a look."
June sat in a hard plastic chair waiting for her parents to be done talking with the so-called specialist. Her short legs swung under her. She couldn't hear what they were saying. Not that she cared. They had been to three different doctor's offices this week. They were all the same. 'We aren't sure what's going on, try talking to so-and-so.'
Footsteps echoed closer to the door and the newest doctor stepped into the hall. "June, would you like to come in now?"
No. Reluctantly, she stood up from the chair and walked into the small room. June squinted her eyes. "Isn't there supposed to be doctor stuff in here?" The only thing in the room was a table with a math book and a tidy desk with a computer in the corner.
"Not for this particular..." she lingered, "patient." The doctor meant well, but the way she said patient - as if it was poisonous - stung. "June, will you please sit at the table?"
No. "Why?" She ignored the look from her father, reprimanding her sarcastic tone.
"You're going to be doing just a few math problems for us." Said her mother in a sympathetic voice.
No "What? You can't do them yourself?" June retorted.
"We want to see if you can do them." Her father's tone was steady.
No. "Fine," June sat in yet another synthetic, unbalanced chair at the desk. She wiggled it a little and decided she wanted to be back sitting in the chair in the hallway. This seat wobbled with betrayal.
"Here are the three problems we want you to do, a pencil, and a calculator." The doctor stated, handing her the utensils.
"Do you have paper?" June looked up.
"You can do the problems on the paper under the question."
No. "Ok," June picked up the pencil and began working. She wrote the problem down and began to work it out. She inputted numbers into her calculator next to her on the table and jotted her answer down. Quickly, the girl went to the next problem following the same steps.
"This is what we were trying to tell you about." June's mother whispered.
The doctor was equally as perplexed. "This is quite an anomaly."
