Chapter 1: The School
All Penelope remembers was waking up in a classroom with her hand raised.
"Penelope," the teacher called. No response. Then after a couple seconds,
"PENELOPE," the teacher called louder and more strictly. Still no response. Penelope put her hand down not knowing why she had her hand raised and why the teacher didn't call on her when she was the only one raising her hand. Right now she needed to know who she was and why she was here. Her 19 other classmates started giggling. Penelope choked back the hot tears. Why would a 16-year-old cry? She didn't even know how she knew her age, but the numbers just rolled off her tongue like she knew it.
Classmates stared at her, but Penelope covered her brown eyes with her wavy dark brown hair.
"Yeah! Answer the question, Penelope!" Said a tall guy. Penelope didn't know who the guy was talking to, but it seemed like her because his brown eyes were staring right into hers. Great, now the only thing I know is my name. That's helpful.
Penelope turned her head to see what the teacher's expression. Right as she turned her head her teacher's eyes stared into hers. For a second it looked like the teacher's eyes turned red, but it was probably just an illusion. The class went silent like they knew what was going to happen.
"DETENTION!" The teacher called out, her voice was so raspy it sounded like an eagle.
Penelope let out a silent whimper. Something felt cold about her teacher, it just felt wrong. The class let out some silent gasps.
"SILENCE!" The teacher said again her eyes turning blood red, was she the only one who caught that? No, it's just an illusion, that's impossible.
The class went silent. The word "detention" felt familiar like she had it before. She didn't know what was controlling her, but her arm fell out, it just felt like something was supposed to happen. Like you were supposed to be smacked with a ruler. It might have sounded weird, but it just felt right. She glanced at her arm. She saw the red marks from all the times she had been smacked before. Where had that come from?
"Just do it," Penelope's voice came out as a tiny high pitched voice.
"What do you mean?" The teacher rasped. She knit her eyebrows, and Penelope started shaking, ready for anything. Doesn't she know what I'm talking about? Her classmates looked at her confused, but Penelope probably looked just as confused as they did. Even the familiar guy looking guy was confused, but his facial expression told her that he might have known what she was talking about. At that moment a tiny bubble of memory pushed into her head and she blacked out.
In her dream, she was sitting on a boat, oddly, the boat looked like it was flying. On the side of the ship, it read "Argo II, Hmm… that's weird, but she was determined that the-that name, was not related to her past. She was sitting on the boat, holding hands with a good-looking guy. Wow, if that was my boyfriend - she looked down at her ghostly body. She yelped, all she saw was ghostly bubbles of air, forming her body. Then the dream went black and she awoke.
As she blinked and opened her eyes, she stood up and noticed she was still in the classroom, drooling on the table. No one was there except her. They must've left me behind. Then she remembered her dream, she had to of known that guy. In her dream, she noticed they had a pretty strong relationship.
"END OF SCHOOL, STUDENTS IN DETENTION PLEASE COME TO THE LA CLASSROOM, I REPEAT THE LA CLASSROOM!" The principal called out.