Naia's POV

"Where's the mayonnaise?" I asked, looking in the fridge. I was making a BLT for lunch and I knew there was mayonnaise somewhere in this apartment for my sandwich.

I just didn't know where.

"Did you try in the fridge?" Matt called from the living room.

I sighed, "Where in the fridge?"

"Try the shelf on the door," Gabby walked into the kitchen as I peered behind the other condiments, looking for the mayonnaise.

"Thank you!" I smiled before taking the mayonnaise over to where I was making my lunch.

Once I had finished making my sandwich, I cut it into triangles and found a container to put it in before throwing the container into my lunch bag along with a peach and a granola bar.

Realizing that I had five minutes to get changed and brush my hair before we had to leave, I hurried into my bedroom, scrambling to look for something warm since it was rather cold today. It was only February, even if we were nearing the end.

"Naia! Let's go!" Gabby yelled from the living room.

"Hold on!" I called back. Grabbing a Cubs hoodie, I threw that on with some black leggings. I would have liked to brush my hair but since we were suddenly in such a rush, I quickly patted it down with my hands as I ran into the living room.

Matt chuckled, "Quite the entrance there."

"Let's just go," I replied and grabbed my backpack.

"Man, I am so excited for lunch," Nate told me as we made our usual pitstop before heading to the cafeteria during lunch hour.

I sniggered as I opened my locker to grab my own lunch, "Why? What do you have for lunch today?"

"Left-over pizza soup," Nate replied.

As usual, I saw the scrap pieces of paper but this time, I didn't even bother picking them up to read them. Instead, I ignored it and grabbed my lunch bag.

"Pizza soup?" I asked him as we started back towards the cafeteria. "What's that?"

Nate looked over at me as if I was crazy, "What do you mean? It's exactly as it sounds."

I rolled my eyes, "I mean, like, what's in it?"

"It's just cut up pizza in vegetable broth, to be honest," Nate replied, "But it's really good."

"It sounds interesting," I responded to that as honest as I could, "And I'll take your word for it."

Nate laughed, "Alright then Miss. I'll Take Your Word for it. What do you have for lunch?"

"A BLT," I chuckled, "With mayonnaise."

Nate nodded, "Not bad, not bad."

We took a seat at our usual table in the cafeteria, both taking out the lunches we were just talking about.

"Wow," I commented as I peered into Nate's thermos. The orangy brownish-yellow liquid inside the thermos had lumps which were obviously the pizza part of pizza soup.

"It looks better than it looks," Nate insisted as I took a bite of my sandwich.

I chewed and swallowed before talking, "As I said, I'll take your word for it."

About an hour later, I sat in science class, doodling on a piece of lined paper which was supposed to be for notes but I had tuned out what Mr. Osgood was saying a long time ago. I knew I'd regret it later but right now, I just couldn't bring myself to listen to a word he was saying.

I wasn't sure what I was drawing either.

It was almost as if the pencil was moving by itself, on its own accord.

"Naia?"

Mr. Osgood's voice snapped me out of my trance and I jumped, slightly startled.

"Can you answer my question?" Mr. Osgood asked and I felt my heart rate start to pick up since I obviously wasn't paying attention.

Looking behind Mr. Osgood and at the whiteboard, I tried to figure out what he had asked based on what he had written and drawn on it.

"I don't know," I finally replied and I heard someone snigger from behind me. Across the room, Nate shot me a sympathetic look.

"And why is that?" Mr. Osgood pressed.

I shrugged, "I don't know, because I wasn't listening I guess?"

"And why weren't you listening?"

Something inside me ticked and I felt my temper rise as I became annoyed with my science teacher.

"Because your lessons are boring and it's painful sitting through them."

There was a series of low "oooh"s that went around the classroom.

"Go to the office," Mr. Osgood pointed at the door and I just shrugged as I gathered my stuff, making an effort to take as long as possible to spare my classmates the trouble of having to hear even more of the dreadful class.

On my way to the office, I stopped by my locker so I could drop my stuff there. Then, I continued on my way.

"Can I help you?" Ms. Wells, our secretary, asked as I walked into the office.

I plopped down on one of the seats, "I was sent to the office."

"By who?" She looked up from the computer.

"Mr. Osgood," I replied, crossing one leg over the other.

Ms. Wells raised an eyebrow, "And why?"

I shrugged, "For answering his questions with honesty."

Ms. Wells just nodded her head and stopped with the questions. I looked up at the clock and saw that it was broken since it was no way it was almost 5:30.

"The clock in here's broken," I said to no one, but since Ms. Wells was the only person in the room beside me, she figured I was talking to her.

"We know."

I tore my eyes away from the clock to look at the mousy-haired woman.

"So then fix it," I told her, making sure my voice didn't sound bossy or demanding.

Ms. Wells, who had gone back to looking at her computer, stopped to stare at me.

"Why?" She asked, clasping her hands together as she leaned forward on her desk, almost as if she genuinely wanted to know.

I stared back, dead in her eye, "Because its broken and you fix things that are broken."

"And why do we fix things that are broken?" She was starting to get on my nerves and didn't help that I was still a little hot-headed from my encounter with Mr. Osgood.

"Because then they can get better you dingus!"

Oh boy.