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Ingrid looked down at her notebook. The fire had been started in room 206. A Chemistry lab. Not to mention a chemistry lab that didn't have any classes in it first period. It was a deliberate attempt. Or so it would seem. It more then just crossed her mind that it could have been a distraction.

Just her luck, once she had calmed down and the firemen had declared it safe for them to re-enter to school, it was fourth period. They had to make sure toxic chemicals were at a minimum. Her fourth period class was Chemistry in room 206.

Looking up, she could see the blackened wall where the place had set fire. Memories flashed before her eyes. Thoughts and fears. The reoccurring dream of what would have happened if she had not been woken up by the neighbor's barking dogs. What would have happened if Ariella hadn't have woken.

She brushed away tears and sighed. She never dwelled on the past. It didn't help anything. She tried focusing on the teacher, but the room smelled of smoke still. Her photographic memory went back to the flames and smoke they had seen sitting outside. How had he done that? How had Fillmore got her to open up and share her deepest secret? Reveal her darkest fear.

"Ms. Third?" Ingrid looked up at the teacher.

"Yeah?"

"As I was saying, will you please explain to Billy what the lesion was yesterday?" Ingrid racked her brain. Then something happened that hadn't happened ever before.

"I… don't remember." Everyone gasped.

"Are you ok Ms. Third?" She looked into Mr. Durington's eyes. She was known for her memory. It's what made Ingrid, Ingrid… at least to the student body it was.

"I…"

"Do you want to go see the nurse?" She was too confused to form any words. She just simply nodded.

"Dude… what's up with the goth chick?" Ingrid cringed. She wasn't gothic. She just liked the darker clothes. And it's not like she could help her skin color.

"Third can't remember?"

"Did the aliens abduct her?"

"What's going on?"

"Do you think she has amneisia?"

"I wonder if it's contagous…" She sighed and she felt her sin sizzle at the heat of all the students eyes on her as she walked out of the room.

"Third?" Ingrid turned to see Principal Folsom walking towards her.

"You're walking?"

"Yeah. It accualy is helping with the stress. Ha, who knew? Where are you going?"

"Nurses."

"What? Why? Are you sick?" Ingrid thought about it for a bit.

"I don't think so… I… forgot what the Chem lesson was about yesterday."

"What? You forgot?"

"I know." Ingrid looked off into the distance. "Hard to believe."

"Really hard. Here, no need to go to the nurses. Nothing's wrong with you, you're stressed. Here, walk with me." Ingrid didn't need to be told twice, she just turned and followed.

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Ingrid walked in the cafeteria. Once again, she felt all eyes on her. This was much worse. There were lots more students. She walked to the back of the cafeteria and sat with the other safety patrollers.

"Hey." She took her place next to Fillmore and across from Karen. Danny sat next to Karen and across from Fillmore.

"Hey Ing. How you feeling?" She looked at Fillmore with confusion.

"Fine…"

"We heard about what happened in Chemistry."

"Yeah. It was like… Twilight Zone or something." She turned to Danny. Karen just rolled her eyes.

"What happened?"

"Dunno. Folsom thinks it's just stress."

"You went to Folsom?" She shook her head.

"No. I ran into her on the way to the Nurse, she told me to walk with her and relieve stress that way, rather then waste my time."

"You walked with Folsom?"

"Folsom walks?"

"Yes, and I know… I was surprised too."

"Ing?"

"Yeah Fillmore?"

"About that letter…" She sighed.

"I don't think this is the time or place to discuss safety patrol business Cornelius."

"Ouch. Cold dawg. With the name and such." She smiled.

"That's me. Ms. Ice." The lunch bell rang. "Oops. Got to go. See you at HQ after school guys."

"Later Third."

"See ya Ingrid."

"Yeah, we'll talk then after school Ms. Ice."

"Alright loser. Late." With that, she walked towards the door. Sure, to Fillmore the stolen letter seemed to be safety patrol business. Little did he know it held Ingrid's heart. And she needed to get it back before that became fuel for the student body's sudden interest in her.

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