AN: warning for mentions of attempted suicide. It's not super detailed but still.
The two girls were brought to the school due to the fact their older siblings had a parent teacher conference that day. Seeing as though they had no chance of getting a babysitter and they were each too young to be in school, they were brought here. What drew them to the science room was a mystery.
The younger of the girls found herself watching the other in interest. Harriet was swirling her hand in the air, the liquid from a beaker following the movements of her hand.
"How are you doing that?" The liquid fell in a puddle, Harriet's concentration broken. After a minute of staring at the face covered by blond hair, she waved her over.
"Let me show you. Take your hand like this…" She moved the younger girls hand around till she memorized the movements. "Now just close your eyes, and believe." She watched as the young girl closed her eyes, only opening them when she heard a gasp. Around her hand was green liquid, flowing out of the beaker and around her hand.
"I never met another person who could do it." Harriet's eyes were wide open, hands going through her short hair. The younger girl gently splashed the other in the face with the liquid.
"My names Sonya."
"Harriet."
No one knew what to think when they entered a damp room, the only occupants being two laughing girls on the floor, equally wet.
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It had been a relatively calm day until the young teacher found two boys screaming at each other at the top of their lungs. One had a box of crayons in his hands while the other was desperately grasping for them. She sighed before running to stop the fight.
"Calm down, boys! Just tell me what's going on." Their wasn't even a second till the taller boy spoke up.
"Nick stole my crayons!"
"I did not! They is mine!"
The teacher sighed, trying to remember why she had taken the job of a kindergarten teacher, before speaking up. "Gally, we've talked about lying before, and-"
"I'm not lying!"
"He is!"
"I am not!"
"Gally-"
"You never believe me! It not fair!" With that, Gally grabbed onto the teachers desk, and flung it into the wall. The entire class fled, screaming the entire way out. By the end of the day, school was canceled for the rest of the week, the entire thing was described as a hallucination, and the school was in need of a new teacher.
They never did explain the desk shaped hole in the wall.
"It's mine!"
"Never gonna happen, shuck face!"
The house was free of parents, so Brenda had decided to spend the day with her friend, Minho. After spending the day at the park, playing with a toy airplane, they now sat at the table, fighting over the last piece of cake. The argument had lasted for five minutes already.
"You know what, come outside. We'll settle it out there." Brenda dragged Minho out, then pointed in the direction of the park. "We left the plane there. You get it back to me in ten seconds, cake's yours."
"But the parks like, five miles away!"
"Eight."
"Come on, B! This isn't fair!"
"Five."
Minho turned, and seemed to focus, staring at the park. After two seconds, he took off. Brenda stared in shock at the trail of smoke following the boy. In two seconds flat, he managed to run the ten miles there and back, find the plane, and put it in Brenda's hand, all with a second to spare.
Minho smile in triumph. "Cake's mine."
Brenda didn't bother fighting, trying to figure out how to tell her friend he just did the impossible.
'This is nice.'
'Yeah.'
Teresa and Aris had been friends the second they met. They were so close, everyone joked they had the ability to read each others minds. What they didn't realize, was that it wasn't exactly a joke.
They were at Aris' house, doing their favorite activity. They had turned off the lights, locked the doors, and were now lying side by side on the bed.
'Promise never to do this with someone else.'
'Why would I?"
They took time focusing on the little stars glued on the ceiling, moving them with nothing but their minds, causing them to twirl and dance on the ceiling. Every star they moved would glow as it moved, casting a light show above the two laughing friends, talking without breaking the silence.
It wasn't till fifth grade they realized this wasn't normal.
It was dark outside, not a person to be seen. With it being the dead of night, no one noticed the ten year old boy walking to the bridge, tears streaming down his face.
Newt knew tonight was the night. It just felt right. He had already lost his sister in a car crash, his dog had been put down, his parents forgetting they loved him, that he wasn't just some guest they had to please. He just didn't want to lose anything more.
Once he got to the bridge, he stopped to turn up his music. Newt slowly climbed up the bridge, staring at the dark abyss below him. Not wanting to let his mind change, he let his body go limp, falling towards the ground, and away from his pain.
He heard the sound of his leg shattering as he landed, feeling horrible pain. Newt opened his eyes, confused as to how he was feeling the pain, instead of feeling his life fade from him.
The bridge hovered below him, the spot where he landed all but a speck of land. He was about fifty feet off the ground, hovering in place. The pain filling his mind, Newt slowly was lowered to the ground, nothing but wind supporting him.
The last thing Newt remembered before blacking out was the feeling of self hatred. Of all times to learn he could bloody fly, he had to choose now.
"I can't even kill myself right," he whispered before he was covered in the darkness.
The young women had only left for twenty minutes, going to get some food for her son. She hurried, feeling worried about leaving him alone, even if he was nine. She ran in, only to find the house empty.
A feeling of worry filled her mind. She ran, hopping to find him in his favorite place. Sure enough, She heard murmuring coming from the other side of the garage door. She sighed and opened the door.
"Honey, I'm ho-" She cut herself off, staring in astonishment. "Oh my god."
The entire room was covered with chalkboards that she didn't even know they had. Each board was covered by equations, problems that would take a group geniuses such as Thomas Edison, Albert Einstein, and Isaac Newton twenty years to figure out. And somehow she knew there wasn't a single mistake.
Except it hadn't been twenty years. It had been twenty minutes. It had not been a group. It was all one person. And it was one of the most famous scientist of all time.
She ran forward to the middle of the room, where her son sat as a murmuring mess, covering another board with what looked like the diagram of a futuristic computer screen with the diagram of a maze on it. She wrapped her arms around the young boy, burying her face in his brown hair.
"It's going to be okay Thomas. I promise you that, okay?" He looked at her with intelligent eyes.
"You can't control the set of events that have been set in motion, for no sequence of events can't be perfectly predicted until it has been seen several times, which this hasn't."
She cried.
AN: Alright then. If this story seems familiar, it's cause it's from my account on AO3. I know I haven't poster anything on this website in a while, but that's going to change. If you have anything to say, leave a comment or whatever. Even though I can't reply to the comments, I do read them and they mean the world to me. Since I have most of the story already written out, uploads should be frequent, but don't hold me to that, I am a completely unreliable human being. Till next time
Disclaimer: No, I am not James Dashner. He would've made Newt die during that fall. As if we hadn't been through enough torture.
