The Butterfly Effect: Katelyn Nouvelle

The Butterfly Effect [Chapter 1]

Chapter 1:

                I felt my body begin to shake. My eyes were tightly close and I couldn’t breathe. Not out of my mouth, not out of my nose. My body was numb and I couldn’t move. I felt hands on me trying to wake me, but it did nothing. A warm liquid spilled out of my nose. With a gasp I wake up. My eyes were wide as I took in the sight of the room I was in. A lady sat at a desk and was on a computer typing something. I had no memory of ever being in the room. It looked like the main office of a school. A loud ringing went off and I knew then it was a school. I turned to look to my side and saw my dad wide eyed.

                “Katelyn, your nose” he commented. I brought my hand up and felt just under my nose. When I look at my fingers they were covered in blood. “Honey, go to the bathroom and wash up. Go quickly,” he told me. I stood up confused and headed to the door. I look at the lady behind the desk. She looks up at me and smile.

                “It's right down the hall dear,” she smiled and went back to her work. I opened the door trying to figure out where I was, but I didn’t even know how I got there. Everything was black just a few seconds ago. I turn quickly and ram into someone.

                I groan and then look at the victim. He had a faux hawk of dark brown hair, his eyes an even darker brown. I was staring at him as if I had known who he was. My mind clicks to the face I was staring at but it made no sense at all. If he was who I thought he was then this would all have to be a dream.

                “Here,” he said. His voice has a strange accent and it made me completely believe that I knew him. He presses a grey shirt to my face and looks into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I should bring you to the nurse,” he seems unsure as in what to do.

                “What is the date?” I say in a muffled voice of the shirt over my face.

                “January 14,” he answers confused and lowers his hand and the shirt. He loops his arm with mine and brings me down the hall.

                “What is the year?” I ask him and stop my walking.

                He looks at me confused and bites his lip before answering, “2002.”

                My eyes grow wide with the answer and I have to look away from him. “I don’t want to freak you out but are your initials G. R. R.?” I ask him looking back to see his expression.

                “How do you know that?” he has fear in his eyes but I could tell he wasn’t afraid of me. He starts to walk again until we end up at a door. He turns toward me rubbing his lips together. “Do I know you?”

                I rub my hand down my face and shook my head at the same time. “No and this can’t be happening right now. I know who you are but at the same time I don’t. Like I know your best friend is Spencer Smith and you are in a band. The bass player is Bret Wilson. Um…if it’s 2002 then you are 15,” I say straight out and he nods opening the door next to us.

                “Ms. Auburn she had a bloody nose,” he said and the young lady in the room looked toward us.

                “Ryan bring her in. Miss you can use the bathroom right there to wash up,” the lady smiles at us and I move from Ryan to go to the bathroom.

               I stare in the mirror and gasp. I look at a familiar face that was skinnier than it should be and a body that was not at all familiar. A beat up Led Zeppelin shirt covered my torso and a black sweatshirt over that. I have on jeans shorts that I could tell I cut myself. My body was slim and the only part that was the same to how I remembered myself was my breasts. They looked normal on my chubby body but not on this skinny one. They would catch any teenage boy’s attention.

              I press a wet paper towel to my nose and wash up my face. I take one last look in the mirror and sigh before leaving the small bathroom. Ryan was sitting on a seat waiting and stood up once I left the room. I tried to ignore him but he grabbed my arm when we were both out of the nurses office.

             “Can you explain to me how you know so much about me?” His eyes searched my face but I refused to look at him. I found myself staring off at the ground. “Please, I just want to understand,” he adds.

             “Ryan I can’t. I don’t know why I’m here and I don’t know how. I need to figure this all out on my own. I need to get back to my dad,” he grabs onto me so I can’t make my escape

            “I don’t normally bother people but I just want to make sense of all this. Please. We can figure it out together,” there was something about him that drew me in no matter what. The him I knew in the life I knew even did. I was in a way in love with him even though I had no actual clue who he was. I was a fan, and it needed to stay that way. I needed to stay away but I knew I wouldn’t be able to now. He hooked me like a fish.

            I open my mouth to answer him just as an announcement is made, “Katelyn Nouvelle please report to the main office.”

                “That’s me,” I say and make my escape from him. I couldn’t help myself and ran the whole way back. When I open the office door and enter, my dad was no longer in the seat he had been in. I make my way to the lady at the desk and keep a smile on my face. “Where is my father?” I ask softly.

                She looks up and smiles the same smile she had given me only a few minutes before. “He is in with the principal. You may go on in,” she sounded friendly but I could tell it was all an act.

                I gave her one last quick smile before going into the room. A man stands up from behind his desk as I enter the room. He extends his hand toward me and I shake it smiling. I take a seat next to my day and sink into the seat wanting to end all of this, this bizarre dream.

                “Welcome to the school Katelyn. We are looking forward in having you attend here as a freshman. I promise you will enjoy it,” the man sits back down and leans back in his chair.

                The word freshman made me a bit more confused than I already had been. If I was a freshman I would be 14, which is if I kept the same birthday. This life was different in strange ways. I should be back at home in little Rhode Island where I am 16 and a junior in high school. Where the year is 2011, and not 2002 like it is here.

                I didn’t bother to make sense of the conversation my dad was having with the principal of this school. A knock came from the door and it soon after opens. Ryan stood in the doorway with a worried expression. “Mr. Magus there is two boys out front fighting. I was told to come get you,” Ryan had fear in his voice as he spoke. Quickly the principal stands and excuses himself from the room. Ryan looks at me catching my eyes with his. “Kay, can I speak to you?” he asked

                “Kay?” I mumble while standing up. Why had he called me that? We step out of the room and I stare at him confused. “Why did you call me Kay?” I ask softly rubbing my arm.

                “It just kind of came out. Look I can’t get what you have said out of my mind. Can we please talk about it? Maybe we can go somewhere after your meeting?” he asked.

                I glance back at the room quickly then meet my eyes with Ryan’s again. “We have to be alone. I am not sure if I can make sense of this but I could explain how I know you. Spencer can’t be around either. I don’t want to bring anyone into this. Once I tell you we can’t be friends,” I tell him softly so he is the only one who can hear me.

                “Just us, I promise. But why can we not be friends?” he sounds hurt.

                “I can’t mess up the future. I’m not in your future,” I say and leave him standing there. I sit myself back down in the chair next to my dad and wait for the principal to come back to the room. My eyes felt heavy as if I were about to cry. There was no reason to cry. I force them away and try to make myself look calm and collected.