Prologue/Chapter 1

It was a normal day in the loony bin.

Or, you know, high school.

I was miserable sitting in chemistry trying to figure out a question I deeply believed was a trick question.

"Anyone, please, just take a guess."

"Aliens." Someone shouted behind me, 'typical white boys' was all I could think.

"Not quite, but ok. Ms. Kili?"

"Is it a trick question?" I asked in a slightly confident voice.

"Why do you say that."

"Well, I mean, you can't calculate the amount of hydrogen in the atmosphere, but the mean velocity of hydrogen is higher than the earth escape velocity."

"Very good."

My face flushed deeply when I heard a few coughs of 'tryhard' and I stuck my head back into my classwork.

When the bell rang a few minutes later I was happy to rush out of the room quickly before she caught me to talk after class. I did not have time to go to the psychologist again.

Soon I got to my next class, American History, and I knew that I was in trouble. I had done the work, studied for two hours, but I was not going to do well on this vocab quiz.

I didn't.

That day I walked home to find my mother passed out on the living room couch could hear my father snoring from his bedroom upstairs.

I walked over to the couch my mother was on and picked up the bottle of peach schnapps from the ground.

"Classy." I whispered to myself as I brought the bottle to the kitchen and put it back in the cereal turned liquor cabinet.

I pulled out a pan from the bottom drawer of the oven, went to the fridge and pulled out a few onions, carrots and potatoes, and started making dinner.

Then I realised I still had my backpack on.

After I was yelled at for under mashing potatoes, being slapped for getting a C on a math test, and being thrown out only after being able to pick up my backpack, I found myself at my favorite spot in the local swamp, right under a willow tree.

It was a good day, only a few kids have disturbed me trying to find a place to make out, or other things.

I pulled out my chemistry textbook to start my homework. I finished it way to quickly and pulled out my history homework as I tried to remember who all the main players were in the revolution.

George Washington.

General Cornwallis.

Charles Lee.

And that's as far as my knowledge goes. I'm actually surprised I even remembered that many.

Oh… Alexander Hamilton.

I was on a role, this was my best performance in history ever, and no one was around to see it.

Not that there was anyone to see it.

It was a good twenty minutes before I finished the rest of my history homework, the only other homework I had. So I reached into my backpack and pulled out my copy of In the Time of the Butterflies so that I could escape somewhere, even if it was into the clutches of a homicidal maniac.

It was a few minutes later I noticed a branch in the willow, on the other side of the tree, starting to move.

I looked at it for awhile, there was no wind. At all.

At first I figured it was someone poking around. But there was no sounds at all. I stuffed the book back in my backpack and stood up.

Any normal person would call out to see if there was someone there.

I heard my mother's voice in my head.

Not me.

I walked a little towards the branch.

Why are you paranoid? There's no one there.

Just to annoy myself I rushed forward to the branch.

No one was there.

I really must be paranoid. That's what people tell me, maybe that's for a reason.

Then I was flying.

Or, rather, falling.

For a weirdly long time, I was falling, underground?

I started screaming.

I am going to die.

I am going to die.

I forced my head down and looked and saw a light.

Great I'm going to die.

Then the light consumed me.

And all was dark.

Welcome to the fabulously horrible world of Kaye Kili. Just go with it, it'll be worth it.

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