Prologue
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French class. Boring. God, conjugating verbs again. Kill me now. With a plastic spoon, please. Errant, broken thoughts floated through my head near the end of class. We had learned all these things already, which made it even worse. I sat near the back and doodled on my notebook where those notes were from two days ago. I ended up with Godzilla eating a jelly donut, so I drew Chuck Norris and Batman to make it an Ultimate Showdown. A much better use of my time, in my opinion.
I was pretty average, except for the strange way math and science came easily to me. I was that kid in SAGE that finishes her logic puzzles before the other kid geniuses. But other than that, I didn't have a chauffeur, wasn't living in the sewers, wasn't fat, wasn't skinny... It was unthinkable anything extraordinary happened to the wallflower.
P.E. came after French class and we played dodgeball, thanks to the cleverness of my coach. I was doing better than usual, as I had actually gotten to throw a ball, but someone threw one straight at my face, and I blacked out.
This sounds stupid, I know, but the first thought I had after regaining consciousness was that the paper on the cot was super scratchy. I rolled on my side and opened my eyes. The world was not the same. I genuinely felt like I was living inside of a protractor and my science book. I could tell you the chemical makeup of the nurse's scrubs, and what angle her elbow was at, rounding to the nearest tenth. I could tell you the exact temperature in three different degrees, Fahrenheit, Centigrade, and Kelvin, of the ice pack on my head. This was obviously not normal. I needed to lie down again, I had a 4 PM shift at Goodwill this evening and wasn't looking forward to hexadecimal values of clothing color darting around inside my brain.
I sat up anyways and saw someone looking through the glass of the nurse's office door. As soon as they realized I was looking, their eyes widened (about 3 millimeters) and they disappeared into the crowds in the hallway. I didn't get a good look at them, but I knew instinctively they weren't the same as everyone else at this god-forsaken school.
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