The X-Men meets Stranger Things in this coming-of-age tale.
I, Nadine Jackson, believe in science and opportunities, not stories out of a comic book.
So as part of a school project, my friends Imogen 'Aria' Zhang, Marco Martinez, James Ryder and I...
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As soon as the Stranger Things Incident was over, Aria manages to find a nurse who goes by the name Claire Temple.
Now, Claire isn't like other nurses: she's nice, selfless, and despite her distaste in violence, Claire is willing to put her differences aside to help people.
Her skin is the perfect mixture of light cocoa butter and dark cinnamon; her black hair slithered down her cotton blue nurse uniform, and her eyes are as dark as mine.
"Hello, " greeted Claire Temple, ushering inside. "I came in here as quick as I could. What happened?"
I started to open my mouth when James butted in: "My father tripped on the monitor cord or something."
Claire raised her eyebrow at him. "He tripped on a monitor cord? That must have been some fall."
James nodded sheepishly.
She knelt in front of Mr. Ryder and studied his pale face. "Are you sure?"
He nodded again.
"Yeah, " he lied. "I don't know whether if it came from the heart monitor or not, but I think my dad isn't feeling very well."
Taking a deep breath, Claire slowly lifts a scared Mr. Ryder to his feet.
His eyes widened as Claire puts his left arm over her right shoulder. Grunts escaped Mr. Ryder's breath as he motioned stiffly out of James' secluded hospital room.
His white shirt hung over Mr. Ryder's jeans, but as for his shoelaces, they were tied in complicated knots.
"Come on, Mr. Ryder," Claire replies gently. "Let's see if you need some medical attention."
Moving his feet in a hesitant manner, Mr. Ryder kept his head down. A string of drool slithered out his lips, but he made no effort to wipe it.
"I'll get him examined and rested, " promised Claire. "As for the rest of you, get back into your beds."
"Yes, ma'am," we all said in unison.
As soon as the nurse and Mr. Ryder exited the room, Marco flatly crossed his arms at us.
"What?" James asked flatly.
"Who are you, and what have you done with James Ryder?" Marco accused.
"James Ryder is standing right in front of you," James groaned.
"Oh, really?" inquired a doubtful Marco. "James would never lie that quick."
He sighs loudly. "It's complicated."
Marco stares at him cautiously. "Complicated how? Five minutes ago, you were lying to Nurse Hottie."
