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Every great love starts with a great story…
- Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
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Prologue
Five years ago
Learning was fun. It was like discovering new worlds at every turn. And my curiosity had no bounds.
'What? My body is made of particles so small I can't see them? How fascinating'
'How many organs did you say we have, again? And they all work together to keep our bodies in motion? Incredible!'
'Are you saying a huge explosion created our whole entire world? Unbelievable!'
I loved knowing we were just a small blip in a big Universe.
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"C'mon kids" – our teacher, Professor Sara, called – "make groups of four. We're doing a group activity."
I looked up from my textbook, looking around, trying to catch someone's eye. Everyone was getting up, joining other people.
"I want groups of four, not groups of six." – the teacher said, looking at a table with too many people – "Joana, Martim, why don't you join Cameron in the back?"
I heard Joana complain to the teacher but she wouldn't have none of it.
"Great." – I heard Joana murmur – "I can't believe I have to sit with the science geek."
"At least we'll have a nice score on the assignment." – Martim commented.
Their words hurt, but I was used to them. I was lonely but I was okay, because one day I would prove them wrong, that wanting to know more about the world was a good thing.
I was going to be a part of something bigger.
I could feel it.