the butterfly effect;
(with reference to chaos theory) the phenomenon whereby a minute localized change in a complex system can have large effects elsewhere.
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In which she is sent to another world.
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[Book 1 in the Lorenz System Serie...
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Sarah stood in the middle of her room, gazing around her at the items strewn about the hardwood floor, hands on her hips as she checked off the items she needed in her head, making sure she had them ready.
Backpack? Check.
Textbooks? Check.
Notebooks and Pencils? Check and Check.
Blinding feeling of doom weighing down her shoulders?
Sarah sighed, plopping down onto the bed, blowing a lock of blond hair from her face.
Double fucking check.
Sarah's blue eyes flickered around the still barren room, silence reigning all around her.
Two days.
She'd been here for two days.
And that wasn't even counting the start of this morning.
And yet, strangely, Sarah wasn't as bothered by it as she thought she'd be.
She wasn't freaking out, she wasn't having crying spells in the middle of the night, and she wasn't having embarrassing panic attacks in front of Scott and Melissa.
She was... fine.
That worried her.
She wasn't supposed to get comfortable here. She wasn't supposed to start treating this place like home or like some kind of vacation. She was supposed to get her shit together. She was supposed to go to school, find some semblance of normal, wait for Scott and Deaton to find a way back home, and then get the hell out of dodge.
She glared down at the splayed out supplies, quickly reaching down to snatch them up.
"Don't get sucked into the crazy, Sarah." she muttered to herself, stuffing her books and pencils into her bag. "Don't freaking do it."
Sarah flinched as a knock came from the door, breaking her out of her reverie.
"Sarah?" Melissa's voice came from the other side of the door. "Dinner is ready. Why don't you come on down and join us?"
Sarah stared at the door, mind whirring to a halt, all words seeming to leave her head.
There was silence a moment more before Melissa knocked again. "Sarah?" she called, voice ringing throughout the room, "Honey, you're not still sleeping, are you?"
Sarah blinked, finally managing to voice a response, "No," she said, quickly stumbling to her feet, warily eyeing the door, as if it would jump up and bite her. She swallowed nervously, before continuing on, "No, I've been awake for a while..." She hesitated, trailing off. "Thank you for the offer, but it's okay, I'm not really hungry right now." She waited, guilt weighing her down as silence reigned on Melissa's end, instantly knowing that she had hurt the older woman.
