Inhibition

Chapter 4

“Hi there. This is your subconscious speaking.”

“Really?” Cat asked, amazed.

“No, dumb ass, you fell asleep in class again.”

“Oh. Hi Finley.”

They were in history class, all their individual desks in a nice arc that was progressively getting messier as everyone inched their way forward to be able to hear their kind of ancient teacher. Mr. Ranglen may have looked like he was only a bit over his fifties, but he wasn’t. And sadly, he acted his age and not his shoe size.

But, the good thing about having an older teacher was that he really didn’t care if you learned. He knew by now that only certain people would pay attention, a certain percentage of that would retain the information, and a miniscule amount of that would find it useful. He taught for that miniscule percent.

Normally, Cat was part of that percent. She was fascinated to learn this side of history. In school they had only been taught the basics, and the importance of magic was downplayed. A lot. Here, she was learning an entirely new history. The real history. And taught by someone who actually lived through a good deal of it.

Sadly, not even the random, interesting topic of choice (today it was the titanic. Did you know that she had two sister ships that also sank? And that there was a nurse that was on every one?) could keep her focused.

Cat kept remembering snippets of her dream. She remembered the dark and the light and the cool and the scorching heat. But not much beyond that. Sadly, the more she concentrated, the more her head hurt. And the more her head hurt, the more she wanted to relax. The result? Nap time!