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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The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.
—Alan Wilson Watts
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Sarah stands in the middle of her room, gazing around her at the items strewn about the hardwood floor. Hands on her hips as she checks off the items she needs 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 sighs, plopping down onto the bed, blowing a lock of blonde hair from her face.
Double fucking check.
Sarah's blue eyes flicker around the still-barren room, silence reigning all around her.
Two days.
She's been here for two days.
And that isn't even counting the start of this morning.
And yet, strangely, Sarah isn't as bothered by it as she thought she'd be.
She isn't freaking out, she isn't having crying spells in the middle of the night, and she isn't having embarrassing panic attacks in front of Scott and Melissa.
She's... fine.
That worries her.
She isn't supposed to get comfortable here. She isn't supposed to start treating this place like home or like some kind of vacation.
She's supposed to get her shit together. She's 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 glares down at the splayed out supplies, quickly reaching down to snatch them up.
"Don't get sucked into the crazy, Sarah." she mutters to herself, stuffing her books and pencils into her bag. "Don't freaking do it."
Sarah flinches as a knock came from the door, breaking her out of her reverie.
"Sarah?" Melissa's voice comes from the other side of the door. "Dinner is ready. Why don't you come on down and join us?"
Sarah stares at the door, mind whirring to a halt, all words seeming to leave her head.
There's silence a moment more before Melissa knocks again. "Sarah?" she calls, voice ringing throughout the room, "Honey, you're not still sleeping, are you?"
