YAY! Chapter two is up! I'm not sure if I like this story, but for those of you who do, I'll stick with it. You'll probably be overwhelmed by sarcasm, though. Anyway, shoutouts!

Chaos89: Eh heh heh...Niiiiccceee sisters...Good sisters...Don't kill the innocent author...

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Monotony Begone

"Ah...Geography. Oh how I loathe thee..." I began. Christine gave me a look that clearly said, 'Shut the fuck up,' but in a sweet, sensitive way. "Fine," I mumbled, pouting, slightly. "I'll save my excruciatingly amazing poetry for someone who...well, for Kelly."

I stepped into the Geography room and nearly gasped.

The usually hot room was a furnace, today. The heat hit me, and I began to feel dizzy. I was seeing double, no, triple. Three Christines stared at me.

They were saying something, but I couldn't hear a single word. Blood was rushing through my veins, and I could hear it roaring in my ears. My knees buckled, and I gripped the doorway for support, but there was no doorway. There was nothing.

Christine, and Jenny, and Rachel...the room...Mr. Vos...Everyone and everything was gone. there was just white.

Am I dead? I found myself thinking. But before I could get an answer, the white faded into black, and I went with it.

"Davvy! Davvy, c'mere! Look! I found somebody!" Mmff...Go away, you obnoxious kid...Wait. Kid?

Cracking an eye open, orange light hit me, and with it came a ferocious headache. "Mmm...Shine that light somewhere else, would ya?" I muttered, shielding my eyes and sitting up.

"Who are you?" the little kid demanded. I lowered my hand, but the light was a searing pain to my eyes, so I kept it over my eyes.

"I think I should be asking you the same question," I replied.

"I'm Les, and this is my brother, Davvy."

"Huh, pleased to meet you, boys. Are you two visitors?" I asked, ducking my head and, eyes shut, feeling my clothes. Of course. No bandana or anything.

Damn dress code.

"Visitors?" It was a new voice, no doubt Davvy. I nodded.

"Yeah, visitors. You know, to the school?"

"You mean Hearst's school?" Hearst? What the...?

"No, I mean this school. Faith Christian School!"

Silence.

"You ain't in a school, miss," Les said.

"Aren't," Davvy corrected. I laughed.

"Either of you got a bandana or a cloth or something?" I asked.

"Uh, I've got a hanker chief," Davvy said. I wrinkled my nose, and he laughed. "It's clean. Just washed it this afternoon." I took it and tied it around my eyes.

"You boys are gonna have to lead me to a phone. I gotta call a friend." Small fingers wrapped around my hand, and Les led me away.

"Well, just come inside!"

"Inside? Inside where?" Les laughed.

"Inside our house! You're on our fire escape, miss. Oh, watch your head. Hey, whatsamatta with your eyes?" I shrugged, ducking down.

"It's your blasted light. It's positively killing my eyes." Stunned silence. "Um, what?"

"There is no light," Davvy said, hesitantly. "It's nighttime."