Time for the final prologue! This prologue introduces 2 OCs that I decided to add to the story to make things a bit more interesting.
Summer, the girl who's view this prologue is from is a bit out of the ordinary but I hope you guys will grow to love her just like I have done as I created her!
Anyway, enjoy the last prologue! The first chapter will be out in 2 weeks time~
Dies solis, monandaeg, dies Martis, dies Mercurii, dies Jovis. Or Torsdag if you would prefer it. Translation: Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. Thursday the day we're currently on. However, Sunday is my favourite day because it is similar to me. I'm not referring to the day of rest but to the Latin name dies solis, as I said before. It translates to 'sun's day' but that is clearly wrong as the sun is a star and a star is a big ball of helium and hydrogen… some other stuff too. While I do think it is ridiculous to call it something which practically means gas' day I do not think I'm ridiculous. Simply, I mean it is impossible for a ball of gas to own a day so the day was incorrectly named.
Peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are delicious. I recommend them if you have never tasted them before. My 2 joys in this particular dimension: peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and books. I say particular as there are many parallel dimensions similar to this one but not quite the same. If I had to make a guess this would be number 35287104525439762756687218299341002. There is no basis behind this dimension being the 35287104525439762756687218299341002nd dimension, I just like that number. You could call me that if you would like.
Then again, I suppose that is a bit long. My given name is Summer so that may be easier. I am 15 years old and attend Merrygrove Secondary School. Originally, my objective was to limit social interaction but by coming here I am further from that objective than I was before. I thought, as Merrygrove is a boarding school, I could stop the unwanted conversation by what you would call 'family'. By the time I entered this school I found out that rooms are shared. Also, I was put in the middle of complete strangers – at least before I knew of the people around me. In any case, this school has a library. And peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
"Summer! I was looking for you! This is your science book, right? We have it next, don't be losing it. Ooooooo, what you eating? Well, obviously it's a sandwich but what kind of sandwich? Chicken, Ham, Cheese, Lettuce, Tomato, Tuna, Pickle? Maybe something more extravagant like Caviar, I'm not sure why but I get a Caviar vibe from you."
"Goodbye," I stated, getting up and walking away while also quickly finishing my sandwich. How can someone ruin peanut butter and jelly sandwiches? I don't like him. He ignores my personal space. He tries to talk to me. He ruins peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
I don't remember his name, its unimportant information. I know he's in my class, C2. Speaking of which, science next. I think he said something about a science book. Honestly, I didn't care to listen to his ramblings.
The bell went for last lesson so I went to the science classroom. It didn't take long to get there because that person interrupted my lunch. When I sat down in my seat I realised I was missing 2 books.
"Looking for these? Summer, you must be super scatter-brained. Like, really forgetful. Lucky I'm here to help you out, here's your science book and what looks to be Pride and Prejudice. Nice pick by the way, I read that book last year and I thought it was amazing. Once you finish it I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!" I took the books from him. Normally, you would say 'thank you' here but I want to limit my social interaction. I decided to write it on a piece of paper instead.
"Goodbye," I once again stated handing him the piece of paper. He went to his seat and read the paper then smiled at me. I don't like him, I had to speak to him twice in a day. Although, at least I know more people like books.
"Everyone in your places, it's time to start the lesson," the teacher announced walking into the classroom. I don't know her name, I just call her miss. "Before we start any work you will have a group project on cells. I have chosen the pairs and I expect a presentation complete with diagrams for our first lesson next week."
I don't like this teacher. She makes me talk and work with other people. I'll just read my book until the lesson officially starts.
"Summer. Summer? Summer!" I don't like this teacher. She disturbs my reading. I looked up from my book to see her in front of my desk. "I was saying, your partner is Zack. In this project if you don't contribute anything you will be moved down a class, do you want that? Also, I want you to deliver at least half the presentation."
"Miss. Which one is Zack?"
"You need to learn the names of your classmates Summer. Zack! Could you please stand up?"
"Yes, Miss!"
I don't like this teacher. She made me learn his name.
