I sat in virtual silence for the lunch hour as my lunch buddies joked around about whatever new funny thing they heard through the grapevine. Completely engrossed in my neural complexities, I beat my memory to death as I recapped what had happened in the past couple of hours. The dream of the burning tree. Ashlee predicting Mom’s delivery being today. And now this incident in Advanced Math. Why hadn’t anyone else seen anything? I mean, I knew it was unlikely, but seriously, was it just me? And why did Mrs. Plumbottle react so strongly to my translation? I knew at that moment she was hiding something from me, but I didn’t know then how unbelievably bigger the scale was of that something and how greatly it would affect the rest of my life.
And then the day got even better.
Stupid me, I cursed at myself as I sprinted down the hall. In my extreme self-absorption, I’d somehow managed to completely miss the first bell and in about ten seconds would have my first “late” to one of my favorite classes, Astronomical Phenomena. If there was one thing I hated about school more than the kids out to make my life a living furnace, it was being late.
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