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"What's up?!" Anna said, walking into the girl's locker room, seeing my face. "Are you OK?"

"What? No." I said, shoving my left foot into its appropriate shoe roughly.

"If you are sad, I will have to sing THE SONG." She said, and when I looked up, she was smiling a demonic smile.

Oh no. "Pleaasssseee spare us all the pain!" I said, cracking a smile.

"PIIIIIIIINK FLUFFY UNICORNS DANCING ON RAIIIIIIIIINBOWS! PIIIIIIIIIN-"

"SHUT. UPPPPPPPPPP!" Everyone in the locker room yelled, including the populars, and the teacher, and laughed.

"C'mon!" She said, pointing to the exit.

"Anna?" Miss Herzberg, our PE teacher called to us across the gymnasium.

"YESSSSS?"

"I don't ever recommend singing that again."

"Got it!" She said, skipping down to the track, me running along behind her.

"EVER." Mrs. Herzberg said again before yelling at a kid for cussing.

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"Up….down…11…Up….down…..12….." The speakers blared, counting our push-ups.

I was only at 13, but already my arms were shaking. Every Wednesday, the school records how many push-ups, sit ups, and pull-ups you can do.

Yah. Pure torture.

"Up 15….-"

"UUUFF! I am SO done! " I panted, falling onto the cold wooden floor.

"Good..job Joanne…"Mrs. Herzberg said, almost mockingly. Anna and I were the only non-athletic/ sports people in the class, and it showed. That just reinforced my rotten mood. I just figured out the world of my dreams exists, and now I can't even be a part of it. Just a regular mortal, helpless on the sidelines.

"Seriously. What's up? If The Song couldn't cheer you up, something is seriously wrong." Anna said, concerned.

"I saw…something…weird. On the way to study hall last period."

"ok…What are we talking about here? Weird ,like, a ostrich running down the hall weird, or someone's hair caught on fire weird? Though a ostrich running down the hall would be pretty cool not sad…"

"HOW DID YOU KNOW?!" I said rather loudly, and I quieted myself after earning a few stares.

"THERE WAS A OSTRICH RUNNING DOWN THE HALL?!"

"NO GENIUS! Someone's hair on fire!" I said, and shot a glare at the kids staring at us.

"Can we name the Ostrich Fred?!"

"WHAT?! NO! WE ARE NOT NAMING THE IMAGINARY OSTERICH!"

"DANG IT!" Anna said." Was it Ashley King? I heard from Elle that she set her weave on fire when she refused to pull her hair up in science…."

"NO-Not like that-like, her hair was pure flame. And her feet….

"SWITCH!" Mrs. Herzberg called, and Anna lied down on her stomach, preparing to begin the push-ups, and the soundtrack begun to play.

"Up….down….1….up….down…2…."

"There is absolutely NO way that was real! Did you take your med to-*grunt*-day?"

"Ye-I mean…I don't even take medication. And maybe you are right."

I take medication every day for my eyes…or rather my brain. I see things that don't happen sometimes. It isn't schizophrenia or anything like that, no one really knows what it is…

I have considered it being me seeing through the mist, but it has nothing to do with monsters…..I don't tell anyone though. I help people deal with their issues, not complain about my own. They have mostly gone away now, since I started taking my medicine.

"I normally am right." Anna said, laying down suddenly, laying on her back and gasping for breath.

"Oh whatever." I said non-chalantly, but on the inside I thought, who is Anna to turn down, even ridicule the idea of something magical, mythical, otherworldly, the like. She lives and breathes the stuff!

But seriously though. I mentioned she was a anime addict, but seriously. She writes fanficions, writes poetry and songs, creates characters, websites and alternate dimensions to the fantasy/sci-fi book/TV show/ anime/manga in question, and occasionally comes to school in cosplay.

"EVERYONE COME HERE AND TELL ME YOUR SCORES!"

Mrs. Herzberg called, and I tried to stay in the back of the group, but, as usual, the inevitable happened.

"Chapman, Clayton?" She called out to the group.

"89!" He shouted.

"Trinity, Esterline?"

"53!"

"Farterem, Zachery?"

"91!"

"Hilary, Jamie?"

"87!"

"Hilary, Jackson?"

"57!

"Johnsten, Parker?"

"107!"

His buddies whooped and hollered, throwing their arms around him, and I just waited for my name, counting down….

"Insteen, Kristine?"

"49!"

"Karstenofv, Mariah?"

"73!"

"Mab…her…sten, Lenord?"

"118!"

A bunch of "OHHHHHHHHHS" Were said, as he was the only one able to beat Parker.

"15?!" I squeaked out, and everyone but Anna laughed. Gratefully, she shot a death glare at all of them, and they shut it pretty fast.

You don't mess with Anna.

Or you mess with Laura.

And Laura is friends with all your girlfriends.

And she isn't afraid to tell everything you did to them, including that little kiss behind the vending machines in 800 hall with Mackenzie, If you know what I mean.

But, as usual, no one got a lower score than I did. The football players got the highest, And Anna and I's scores stuck out like a sore foot.

" Alright everyone! Move on over to the pull-up bar!"

The pull-up bar was even worse….

It was in the top left corner f the gym, covered from the rest of the gym by a wall of bleachers. The other three walls….two were mad of concrete, and the other…the wall of people watching as you, in vain, jumped to reach the bar. That's just me I guess.

Anna and I walked to the back of the line. I had tried going to get it over with, but, somehow, I always ended up in the back again.

"Joanne!" Oh great. Speak of the devil. Or rather my public humiliation.

"29 Ma'am!" I heard Katherine say, and she joined the crowd waiting to watch the next person, in other words, she joined the crowd watching me fail to even grasp the bar.

"Coming." I said miserably

"Joanne!" Mrs. Herzberg said again, and what I saw nearly made me stumble backwards, despite the fact I had already seen the figure not a hour ago.

had her hand resting on the shoulder on the empousi's shoulder.

My eyes widened, but I quickly regained my composure.

"Yes Mrs. Herzberg?"

"I would like you to give our new student a tour of the school, help her get to her classes and help her in any way possible. I hope it isn't a bother, since I have seen you work so well with the special needs kids"

"UH-Ok!" I said automatically, and then cursed myself for being so stupid. She would probably eat me when we went down a dark hallway. "Um-What is your name?"

"Erm….Olivia." She said nervously, looking at the ground. When her mouth opened, I saw a glimpse of fangs.

This was unusual. Not the fangs, but her uneasiness. Kelli acted like she owned the school, and she…was acting like a typical nervous first-day student.

"Okay Olivia! My name Is Joanne Madigan-"

"Yah. I know." She said, moving her gaze from the floor to my face.

There was a bit of a awkward silence before I said nervously

"Uh….Awkward silence!" I said, and patted Olivia on the shoulder. "There wont be any silence once you show her everything this school has to offer!"

And with that, We exited. I think I saw Anna's eyes widen a bit as I left with her.

"Are you friends with Mallory? You know, Mallory Sheets?" She said, as soon as the metal door shut.

"Um…yah?" I questioned, and on the inside, my hope crumbled. She was here for Mallory. Makes sense, she as ADHA AND Dyslexia. "Why?"

"I just wanted to know what table she sits at lunch."

"The green table, third from the back exit." I said, unsure of why I told her. This was the enemy!

"Thanks. I just wanted to apologize for those dumba**es. It's not our fault we aren't athletes." Olivia said, and I couldn't help but flinch at the cuss word. I grew up in a protected household.

Ish.

"Wait. Who is we?"

"Er..you and me? I thought we could be friends?" Olivia said.

Wow of all the things I expected her to say, "Let's be friends" was NOT at the top of the list. I was expecting more of a "Me and my little friend the 45 foot tall Hellhound that will kill you and everyone in this school!" sort of thing.

"Sure." I said.

She smiled, and suddenly the flaming hair, mismatched legs, and fangs disappeared, and fetures of a person took its place. Black waist-length hair, electric blue eyes and porcelain skin took its place.

After showing her the ins and outs of the school, with no incident, though I made sure to stay in the sight of a security camera at all times.

We returned just in time. Just as we opened the door, Mrs. Herzberg blew her whistle.

"GO TO THE LOCKER ROOMS!" She yelled, and all of the girls dashed to the girls locker room door (DUH)

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