It felt like everyone knew more about my life than I did. Okay, so maybe only Sam, and by extension Tucker, had actually said they knew more than I did, but everyone gave me those same looks, the ones that silently scream at you that there's something you don't know. I don't know if they really did all know something I didn't or if it was just my imagination going wild, but it bugged me to no end, and the strange occurrences that my mind swore to God I should be familiar with were not helping. I know it's kinda a given that life will be hell after losing your memory, but was it really this bad for everyone else? I know for a fact that most people don't have their damn heads disappearing mid-conversation.
That's another thing, my constant phasing and the random shivers were only getting worse, and I could not figure out how to even pretend I could control it for the life of me. Sam kept swearing she couldn't help, no matter how many times I talked to her behind Tucker's back, but I had a feeling she wasn't telling me everything. My theory is that she has an idea of what to do, but doesn't want to get my hopes up before she can find some way of proving it.
I wish I could stay frustrated with her, but those damn eyes make it so hard...
Okay...moving on.
I stayed after school one day, ranting to Lancer about all these things. For a teacher, he really is a good listener when you just need someone to rant at. Midway through my latest rant, I stopped dead in my tracks as Sam entered without Tucker by her side for once. I caught myself staring, but I couldn't quite convince myself to stop until she gave me a questioning look.
Great. I'm developing a crush on someone I hardly know when I don't even know who the hell I am. That's bound to end well.
"Is there something I can do for you, Miss Manson?"
Sam looked like she was about to shake her head, then nod it, but decided against both in the end. "I don't know, I really came here to help Rick."
Lancer gave Sam a questioning look, and it took me a moment to realize that while I have ranted on and on about how someone knows more than they let on, I never actually gave him a name.
"She knows about...all this weird crap, Mr. Lancer." The bald teacher nodded before Sam opened her mouth to speak.
"I'm not sure if it'll work, but I have an idea about how you can get your phasing under control."
Yup...it's a mini-chapter... I hate doing it, but it must be done. My teachers...they've gone into full cramming mode for EOCs...NO. FREE-TIME. AT. ALL. O_O I can't even mentally plan anymore. I think I'm going to lose my mind and sanity. O_O
Good news is I plan on getting at least another mini-chapter out tomorrow, if not something closer to full length.
Comments and feedback are as welcome as always! :D
Invisible One
