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Fathom's POV

I picked up my quill. It had been there for such a long time, gathering dust and all the ink drying out. I dipped it in the ink sac as I had done many times, many ages ago. It quivered in my hand. Memories rushed back into me. Good ones. Bad ones. But the worst struck me, and I dropped the quill onto my book and spilled some ink. Startled, I began wiping it, but ink seemed to be uncleanable. It was hardly noticeable, anyway. There had been blotches of ink everywhere on the work desk it was hard to tell which was old and which was new. I looked intently at the quill once more.

Not today, I thought. I've already had enough on my mind. I walked out of the room with a tint of guilt. Someday I had to return and face my fears. I looked out of the window and saw it was nearly 6:00 a.m. My mind moved on from the eclipsed episode of my life. It changed into something different. Something to look forward to, not something to look down on and wish and mope every day it would happen. School. It was my first day of middle school! A warm, tingly, feeling rushed through me at the great possibilities that would happen when I go to school. Suddenly, a flash of my quill and explosions filled me.

Stop.

I tried to tell myself. I realized I wanted to let the bad memories in. I shouldn't. With one last hard train of thought, I managed to forget all about it, and went upstairs to pack.

"Fathom! Be quieter. You'll wake Shadow… and then we'll have to go through the algorithm!" My older brother, Winter, shouted.

"Since when was I loud? You're the one shouting your lungs out!"

"Stop, aren't you preparing for school? I've got to get my work stuff too!"

Shadow was our baby sister. I've complained to mom that the name was too cliché, but she's like:

"Oh, Fathom. It'll be fine. Don't you want her to be a great and powerful little girl?"

Yeah. Like that. She'll get teased when she goes to school like me! I'm kind of worried for her, but today was my day. Our mother was out, and me and Winter had to take care of the house- and Shadow. It was chaos. Winter made his way down the stairs and stuffed a couple of things in his inventory. It was his first day too. But not for school. For work. He's an intern or something for a Phantom sanctuary (His people are insane) and frankly, he hopes to take the boss job.

"Um, sis?" He asked uncertainly once again. I realized I was just standing there.

"Oh, right. Going to pack my stuff!"

"You'll be sleeping at your school! Pack your luggage!" He shouted once more. I froze again.

"WHAT?" I huffed. A muffled cry echoed from the sleeping room.

"Oh great, you've just woken Shadow. And yes, you'll be sleeping there. Next time, read everything in the paper." I swallowed, hard. Quills and papers made me sick. It reminded me of the time… I couldn't explain it.

"Sorry, sorry! Didn't mean to… Come on. Fathom, forget. Forget everything. Don't let it trail you for the rest of your life. Go and pack. You'll be in your dorms at school. I'll go and calm Shadow, you hurry up." He comforted.

"You're right… I guess." I said. I quickly said and got into my room in the basement. It was hard keeping a content and upbeat mood after it was permanently etched into my brain. I packed most of my personal stuff, all the school textbooks, but realized something was missing. Nearby, was a book and quill. I couldn't bring myself to do it. I just couldn't. The events fiercely striked my brain over and over, until I couldn't even look at it.

It was just me. I couldn't do it.

I packed my entire luggage, checked it over and over, and looked at the front door. I was ready. I smiled. Something bad was off my brain. I didn't want to remember what it was, or else something really bad would happen. It seemed like the world was starting over. I walked out of the front door, onto the crosswalk, and marveled the sun. Nearby, a person was walking towards me.

"Fathom!" Called my friend Grim.

"Oh, hey! How are you doing?"

"Good, good. What class are you in- I mean, what classes did they assign you? Gosh, I still feel like I'm in fifth grade."

"Hah. I got… architecture, archery, flying, mathematics, mob history, geography, and swordery. Gosh, is that even a word?"

"Um, I guess it is. Dang, I have all the things that you don't have! We aren't in any of the same classes! COINCIDENCE? I THINK NOT! THE TEACHERS ARE EVIL!" He shouted at the sky after looking back at me, smiling.

"Hah, no worries. You in the same dorm as me?"

"Seriously? They pair up girls with girls and boys with boys. That way-"

"No, no- let's not talk about inappropriate things. That would be- so bad."

"Yeah, well, there's only two people in a room."

"Well… we can hang out during free time, right?"

"Yeah, but I heard there's a lot of homework."

"Then finish quickly! I don't care if I get an F!" I laughed. Grim understood it was purely for humor's sake. I heard that the school was really strict, and if you get anything below D you'll get detention. That made me kind of nervous, but it inspired me to push myself further. Detention wasn't that bad, after all. I haven't ever gotten myself in any trouble in kindergarten or elementary, so I should be fine.

"So… vacation?"

"That'll be great. I hope we get to see each other more than we think."

"Yeah. Oh, there's the bus! Let's get on." I said and pointed to a yellow dot zooming nearer and nearer. Today was the first day at Minecraftia High. Well, technically I was supposed to go to middle school, but they just mixed it like nobody's business. That made me kind of mad, actually. Grim scooched in next to me on an empty us seat row, and we talked all the way to the school. During brief moments of silence, a small part of me wanted to shout that everything was not okay and something bad was going to happen, but whenever I saw the students, Grim, or the bus, I felt hopeful that I can start again. Nothing was wrong. I'll have a great time.

Finally, we arrived. I sighed a breath of relief, letting go of my anxiety. On the ride, I was actually afraid the school might be like a dirty, damp, prison where they force you to work and don't respect human rights. It really scared me for a moment. But now, all the teachers looked kind of nice. They all came to welcome us with bright faces and sunny smiles.

"Well, I guess it's the end of us! I heard there's a little welcome event where all students just hang around in the school doing whatever they want and getting to know each other. So come on, let's go." Grim said. We followed the teachers through the halls and into the library. I felt kind of nauseous deep inside the moment I stepped in, but I was determined to not let people know my phobia. It was a chance to start over. I couldn't just drop everything. A deep flashback appeared in my mind. I was just writing, my favorite hobby. But then… The spark.

Falling

Scorching.

Pages are fuel to fire.

I remembered the part where it was all my fault. Amethyst was dead. I let go of her. Deep, deep, into the fire, as I was dragged into water. I didn't remember exactly what happened, except that I failed. I had killed my little sister. Those pleading, blue eyes… and eventually, I gave in. It was the worst mistake of my life. And I couldn't shake it out of me.

"Um, hello? Fathom? You're zoning out!" Grim snapped.

"Oh, right. Yeah. Nothing. Come on, let's settle down. Somewhere else.

I let go of her.

Me and Grim walked out of the library and into one of the common rooms. It was much better here. Another big group of people were gathering around some anonymous thing, but I didn't really bother going to check it out. Things happen to me when I do that. Bad things. Really bad things.

"FATHOM! HELP!" Screamed a horribly familiar voice. Flames surrounded me for a moment. I immediately stood up.

"You okay?" Grim asked with a tint of concern in his voice.

"Did you hear someone screaming for help?" I asked.

"Um, no! Nobody screamed for help! You must be hallucinating. Seriously, what's wrong with you? I understand you must be a bit traumatized when your house got set on fire but that was four years ago. Get over it." Grim dismissed. I was kind of mad at that.

"Grim! You don't understand! You didn't get stuck in a fire, saw your someone die before your very own eyes, shatter all your bones in one arm-" I shouted.

"Okay, okay, okay! I'm sorry! I really don't understand. Don't take any offense, okay?" He said. I calmed down a bit.

"Sorry."

"Yeah, it's fine. Wanna get some lunch?"

"Sure."

I made my way through the dorm. I was kind of nervous to see who was my roommate, and I really hoped they were nice. I took out the key from my backpack and unlocked the door. A really pretty girl with green hair and brown eyes was there.

"Oh, hi! I'm Greenheart. Who are you?" She smiled. That was awesome. She was nice.

"Um, hey. I'm Fathom. It's, uh, nice to meet you." I said back. It was hard not to have a nervous breakdown.

"Well, it's late. I think you should sleep now."

"Yeah. I should sleep now. Totally." I said. Part of the worst was over. I settled down in my bed and slung my backpack under it. It was and exhausting day. I really hoped Greenheart won't be disturbed by me.

So that's it for this chapter, guys! Thank you for reading and I'll give you one more reminder of what I said up there! Anyway, please tell me if I made any spelling or grammar errors. Thank you! Expect another chapter in Fathom's POV.