Chapter 3: It's Not Hypothermia
"BUZZZZZ!" my alarm went off. '7:00 already?' I thought.
I got up. 'Yep, 7:00.' I got dressed.
'Huh...?' I was still freezing, just like in the dream last night. I checked the temperature in the hallway outside my room. 70 degrees? 'Huh. Well, I'm sure it'll pass.' I thought.
I headed downstairs for breakfast. The family was sitting around the table. Dad was reading the paper, and Angela was painting her nails.
"Hi, honey." my mom said when I got downstairs. "I fixed you pancakes." "Thanks, Mom." her pancakes were good. I sat down at the dining table across from my dad, who was reading the paper. Mom brought my pancakes over.
"Son," Dad said without looking up from his paper. "You need to be more careful when moving around the house."
I hesitated. "Am I still in trouble?"
"No," said Mom. "But be more careful, okay, honey?"
"Sure, whatever." I responded.
"Yeah, little bro." said my sister. "Or I'll have to beat you up." I gave her a 'Yeah, right...' look.
"Well," said Dad, standing up and closing his paper. "It's off to work for me."
"See you, Dad!" I exclaimed.
"Sayonara." Angela said while drying out her nails.
"Bye, sweetie." Mom said, with a kiss on my old man's cheek. And he headed out the door.
Dad was going to his routine job of construction work. He was a strong, burly man, perfect for such a job.
Angela then finished drying her nails (normal girl stuff, I guess) and stood up.
"See ya." she said to Mom and me and hurried out to her car. She was a pretty good sister to have, though she was 17. She worked at Ron's, a restaurant, where she was a waitress.
I finished up my pancakes, put my books in my backpack, said goodbye to Mom, and left.
'Late again...' I thought. I ran inside the school. Passing a clock in the hallway, I saw it was 8:03. 'By three minutes, I'm late...Darn it!'
I was still cold, but the school was always very warm. 'That's it, I'm talking to someone about this.....'
".......the circumference is then the multiplied by 5, revealing the radius to be...." I ran into Mr. Gerald's classroom, just like yesterday.
"Well, Mr. Binning! Let me see-is that the twentieth time in a row you've been late?"
'Har har.' I thought. Sitting down at my seat, John gave me one of those 'why don't you just get up earlier?' looks. I returned it with a 'shut up' look.
After math, history, and language, I went to health class. Mrs. Sanya taught this class, a young woman with long, blond hair. A very pleasing person to be with.
After class, I lingered at my seat while everyone left.
"Hey," John said. "let's go to lunch."
"Go on ahead of me, Shortie." I responded. With a shrug, he left.
"Xaiver, shouldn't you go?" said Mrs. Sanya. I stood up and looked around. No one was there. I took a deep breath.
"Mrs. Sanya, I've been having a small problem lately...." She looked atme.
"Health-related?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess." I responded. "............."
"Well?" she pondered.
"I've......I had a dream last night.....I felt chilled to the bone in it....ever since then, I've stayed chilly...." I stammered.
"Huh..." Mrs. Sanya thought about what I said.
Would she believe me?
"I wouldn't know what to say...but I believe you're telling the truth."
"You do?" I questioned.
"Yes..........but I can't make any assumptions unless I knew more....."
I turned to leave.
"Wait...if you for me to figure out more, go to my house tomorrow."
"Okay..." I said carefully.
She opened her desk and took out a piece of paper and a pencil.
"Here's where I live." she said as she scribbled the address on the paper. "I'll conduct a few harmless tests." She got up from her seat and handed me the paper.
I nodded, and left.
"BUZZZZZ!" my alarm went off. '7:00 already?' I thought.
I got up. 'Yep, 7:00.' I got dressed.
'Huh...?' I was still freezing, just like in the dream last night. I checked the temperature in the hallway outside my room. 70 degrees? 'Huh. Well, I'm sure it'll pass.' I thought.
I headed downstairs for breakfast. The family was sitting around the table. Dad was reading the paper, and Angela was painting her nails.
"Hi, honey." my mom said when I got downstairs. "I fixed you pancakes." "Thanks, Mom." her pancakes were good. I sat down at the dining table across from my dad, who was reading the paper. Mom brought my pancakes over.
"Son," Dad said without looking up from his paper. "You need to be more careful when moving around the house."
I hesitated. "Am I still in trouble?"
"No," said Mom. "But be more careful, okay, honey?"
"Sure, whatever." I responded.
"Yeah, little bro." said my sister. "Or I'll have to beat you up." I gave her a 'Yeah, right...' look.
"Well," said Dad, standing up and closing his paper. "It's off to work for me."
"See you, Dad!" I exclaimed.
"Sayonara." Angela said while drying out her nails.
"Bye, sweetie." Mom said, with a kiss on my old man's cheek. And he headed out the door.
Dad was going to his routine job of construction work. He was a strong, burly man, perfect for such a job.
Angela then finished drying her nails (normal girl stuff, I guess) and stood up.
"See ya." she said to Mom and me and hurried out to her car. She was a pretty good sister to have, though she was 17. She worked at Ron's, a restaurant, where she was a waitress.
I finished up my pancakes, put my books in my backpack, said goodbye to Mom, and left.
'Late again...' I thought. I ran inside the school. Passing a clock in the hallway, I saw it was 8:03. 'By three minutes, I'm late...Darn it!'
I was still cold, but the school was always very warm. 'That's it, I'm talking to someone about this.....'
".......the circumference is then the multiplied by 5, revealing the radius to be...." I ran into Mr. Gerald's classroom, just like yesterday.
"Well, Mr. Binning! Let me see-is that the twentieth time in a row you've been late?"
'Har har.' I thought. Sitting down at my seat, John gave me one of those 'why don't you just get up earlier?' looks. I returned it with a 'shut up' look.
After math, history, and language, I went to health class. Mrs. Sanya taught this class, a young woman with long, blond hair. A very pleasing person to be with.
After class, I lingered at my seat while everyone left.
"Hey," John said. "let's go to lunch."
"Go on ahead of me, Shortie." I responded. With a shrug, he left.
"Xaiver, shouldn't you go?" said Mrs. Sanya. I stood up and looked around. No one was there. I took a deep breath.
"Mrs. Sanya, I've been having a small problem lately...." She looked atme.
"Health-related?" she asked.
"Yeah, I guess." I responded. "............."
"Well?" she pondered.
"I've......I had a dream last night.....I felt chilled to the bone in it....ever since then, I've stayed chilly...." I stammered.
"Huh..." Mrs. Sanya thought about what I said.
Would she believe me?
"I wouldn't know what to say...but I believe you're telling the truth."
"You do?" I questioned.
"Yes..........but I can't make any assumptions unless I knew more....."
I turned to leave.
"Wait...if you for me to figure out more, go to my house tomorrow."
"Okay..." I said carefully.
She opened her desk and took out a piece of paper and a pencil.
"Here's where I live." she said as she scribbled the address on the paper. "I'll conduct a few harmless tests." She got up from her seat and handed me the paper.
I nodded, and left.