Secrets unravel

Chapter 1. I roast my algebra teacher.

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RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!
What was that might you ask? That was the bell signaling the end of Language arts. I practically ran out of class to find a spot in lunch. Finally I was out of living hell!

Don't get me wrong I love reading and writing, but when it comes to Mr. Hubert's long lectures, I practically die from boredom!

My name is Emily Pierce and it was still the first semester in school when I came in as a transfer student to West town high. My parents decided that it was a great idea to move to Florida to live life on the beach instead of staying in the calm suburbs of Georgia. Well unfortunately that meant that I was stuck as a new freshman with all my friends back in Georgia. All of the funny joke references from Percy Jackson and Harry Potter that we shared gone.

I found an empty table in the corner of the cafeteria and started eating my homemade lunch. I usually make friends relatively fast but I was still not used to the big crowds of Florida compared to the small friendly neighborhoods of Georgia.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIING!!!

Not to mention the lunch is a half hour shorter here than in Georgia.
After I throw away my garbage from lunch, I start heading to Algebra.
No not normal Algebra. Algebra II honors. I had already taken Algebra I and Geometry in Middle School due to my smarts. It's great, except that I am stuck with the Juniors in all my math and science classes. Another reason why I am having trouble making friends.

"Settle down everyone!" Yelled my math teacher Ms. Pepé. Yes I know, weird name.
"Today we will be learning how to ..." blah blah blah.

I find math sooooooo boring! Ms. Pepé has a boring monotone voice that puts most of the class into a deep sleep. I usually draw during math to prevent me from sleeping. I occasionally pay attention but sometimes it is just so hard! Either from the slight sound of snoring to the jocks playing around.

I was in the middle of drawing a design of the greek/roman columns when the class suddenly went silent. Too silent.

I look up from my notebook and find everything frozen. Not in slow motion like the flash or quick silver might see. No. Literally frozen IN motion.

I kinda freaked out. I mean you probably would too if you saw a spitball flying halfway through the air about to hit another guy. Then suddenly everyone went back to normal........well..... except for the teacher.

"Ms. Pierce are you alright? You look a little pale," Ms. Pepé said looking worried.
Shoot
I have to think of an excuse fast! So much for keeping my no talking in math streak. Here goes nothing.

"Oh ummmmm... I was confused on how you did that last problem. In algebra, a quadratic equation is any equation having the form where x represents an unknown, and a, b, and c represent known numbers such that a is not equal to 0. If a = 0, then the equation is linear, not quadratic. Right?" I asked innocently.

All the students look at me stunned, while I try to keep a straight face.

"Oh. Yes I suppose I may have made a mistake. I am glad SOMEONE was paying attention." She exclaimed.

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After school I walked home thinking of all the possible ways of what could have happened.

1. Nothing happened and I was hallucinating. (Eh not likely)

2. I was falling asleep and was dreaming. (Possibly)

3. I have some cool undiscovered super power. (I wish)

I was running other possibilities through my head when I realized i was already standing in front of my front door.
I quickly unlocked it and got started on my homework at the kitchen table.

Not long after I finished all my homework the door opened revealing my mom who had just came back from work.

"Hi honey! How was school?" My mom asked while putting her keys of the counter. Of course the typical question.

"Good." I lied, while my mom looked at the fridge disappointedly.

"Ok," she sighed. "I am going to go to the store to get some milk."

"Ok I'll be in my room." I answered back.

After she left the house again scrambled up the stairs to my room, in the process tripping on the steps and landing on my face.

"Ow" I said while noticing my ankle was bent at an odd angle. "Stupid stairs."
I managed to hop to my plain room on my other leg to see if my ankle was ok.
'Hmmmmmmm i wonder if this is what it felt like for Annabeth when she was in Tartarus' I thought.
Lost in thought I one again hurt myself,except this time on the other leg.

"SCHIIIIIST!!!"

I got to my bed only to find that I had stubbed my toe, on a moving box full of books, and it had an open cut.
Mhm. Ow.

Then I hear a knock on my door.

"Umm hey are you alright. You sounded like you just rolled down several flights of stairs only to knock down a garbage can on the way down," my brother Mason asked in a slightly interested tone. Shoot! I forgot my older brother caught a ride from his new friend today. He was 3 years older than me. Meaning he was a senior while I was freshman.

"Uhh yeah.." I said with my voice cracking slightly. I was looking at my gash on my toe knit back together by them self.

"suuuuuure," he said sounding unconvinced through the door. Then i hear my brother's foot steps receding. Probably to continue binge watching some new show he was obsessed with.

I quickly took my eyes off the door to look at my foot again only to find that any trace of a cut had disappeared and my other ankle looked normal.

Definitely something weird was going on. Time to research!
I looked up on my computer about any book/movie/ or piece of literature where something like this happened. Unless I unknowingly got bitten by a radioactive spider or my mom or dad are some type of British witch or wizard, then I doubt that what ever was going on was explainable. At least in my logic.

Unsatisfied with my research, I just decided to sleep it out and hopefully the next day would me normal. Or at least as normal as my day could possibly go.

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BANG! CRASH! SMASH!

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