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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A lie can travel half way around the world while the truth is putting on its shoes.
—Mark Twain
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Sarah fidgets in her seat, visibly nervous as she stares down at her clenched hands, refusing to lift her gaze and meet the hazel eyes that she knows will be watching her.
Stiles Stilinski sits across from her, leaning back into the wooden chair that had been pulled from the other room, arms crossed over his chest as he stares her down, eyes raking over her skittish form.
Scott sits to her right, eyes flickering anxiously between the two of them.
Silence reigns a moment more as Sarah continues to stare down at her hands with Stiles visibly glaring at her all the while.
"So, let's just say that I believe this little story you're telling me," Stiles begins, finally breaking the tense atmosphere as he leans forward in his seat. He shrugs, lips quirking upwards mockingly. "Let's just imagine it, just for a second, that I abandon all my rationality, and believe you're telling the truth." His eyes squint, gazing at her inquisitively. "Say that I manage to believe all that." His head tilts, voice lowering in thought as he goes on, "But, you see, what I'd really like to know... is how you knew Scott's name at the hospital."
Sarah's head snaps up, blonde locks falling into her face, slightly blocking the widening of her clear blue eyes.
Stiles quirks an eyebrow. "Oh, I'm sorry, does that question bother you?" He leans forward, hazel eyes glinting tauntingly. "Something you want to share with the class?"
Sarah feels a sudden flare of anger well up within her.
She grits her teeth, jaw clenching in annoyance at the mocking look on Stiles's face.
Goddamnit, she knows how she sounds—She knows!
But can't he just put his ego aside for one goddamn second and listen to her—?
Stiles scoffs, cutting through Sarah's fuming thoughts that were bubbling just beneath the surface of her calm demeanor.
"God, Scott, see?" Stiles shakes his head, rolling his eyes as he turns to face his friend. "I told you, man, she's lying. She's obviously hiding something. You should've never—"
"Would you just shut the hell up for one second and let me talk!" Sarah shouts, slamming her hands down into the arms of her chair, making the two boys flinch in shock.
Stiles falters, arms flailing as he jerks backward, almost slamming back into his chair.
For a moment, there's a beat of silence, Sarah's erratic breathing the only thing filling the room as she glares darkly at Stiles.
