All applaud my first suggestion! It is from princessbinas, and it is to her you owe the funniness that will ensue! The events she suggested will occur soon. Remember, suggest! I own nothing! Yeah, I realized that the last chapter wasn't anywhere near as long as covering more of his day, so I will cover it a tiny bit more, plus some of the next day.
-Miaulin
I hoped against hope for the rest of that day that I was only dreaming. The party my sister and I had together was nice, and somehow, I appreciated my sister more than I had for a long time. Nearly dying can do that to you... It was a simple enough matter to go to bed early, and mom and dad were too busy looking at inventions. Jazz, on the other hand, was slightly more suspicious, but she didn't ask. We pretty much had a rule. We didn't lie to each other. We never did. We might stretch the truth, or reinterpret what we were being asked, but we never just lied. To mom or dad, sure, but each other? Never. She knew that this was a don't ask, don't lie situation, and I had admitted to not feeling well, or at least, I said I felt fine. We all knew that that meant, "I feel bad, but I'm not filling you in on the gory details". Practically code.
I went up the stairs and did my teeth. I looked in the mirror, and saw a brief, odd flash of green. I ignored it. I went to bed. In a perfectly normal, not-feeling-awful way. Of course, this was ignoring the fact that I threw up in the bathroom, sick to my stomach. Ignoring the fact that my body felt achy, and not right. During the night, I felt rather tingly, and oddly cold, as if frigid. I hoped, in vain, that I wouldn't have to go to school tomorrow, as if by hoping, I could advert everything that was sure to happen, and the bullying my already painfilled body would recieve. But days of the week cannot be changed by willpower alone, and Mondays were inevitable.
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I woke up slowly, and realized that I had managed to fall asleep. Then, something rather odd struck my mind. It was almost entirely dark. Abruptly, my clock shrilled its alarm. Startled, I shot up, into a sitting position. It was at that point that I realized something was wrong. I wasn't out of bed. The room was in fact lit up, and I spotted myself in the mirror. I saw my head in the mirror, that is. It was sitting on top of my bed. I nearly screamed. I was sitting through the bed, which is to say that my head was phased through the mattress, and I was sitting on the ground. I promptly fell straight through the floor, hitting the ground hard. In the lab. In front of the portal.
"Please let this be temporary..." I hoped as hard as I could. Taking a deep breath, I stood up and slowly walked up the stairs, careful to avoid my parents. I went to my room, and changed into a clean set of clothes, before heading back down the stairs. I made my way to the kitchen, where I tried to eat my cereal. I barely managed to eat more than half of my usual amount, a fact that I knew my sister observed. Finally, I stopped playing with my food, and gathered up my schoolbooks.
I walked out the door, only to be blinded by the sun. I squinted as hard as I could, but my eyes simply wouldn't adjust. I walked back inside, an stuck on the sunglasses Jazz had given me. I had enough time to walk to school, and told Tucker and Sam I was walking. They met me at the corner of the street leading to Tucker's house. I didn't tell them what had happened; I was too preoccupied. They viewed me with concern.
"Are you alright?" Tucker asked.
"Fine." I responded, though it was more to reassure myself than anything else. They picked up on that. Sometimes I wished they weren't so perceptive. It was bothersome. They always knew when I was lying, or at least most of the time. They kept questioning me, all the way to school, or at least until I told them to drop it. They looked rather hurt, and I knew I was being unfair, but didn't stop walking to apologize.
We made it all the way to school, and I finally stepped inside of the hallway. Instantly, I was assaulted by so many sounds. Emotions filled my head that I couldn't identify, but that shouldn't, couldn't belong to me. I fell over, hitting the ground and covering my ears. Soloud,juststopthenoise! It was too noisy, and I couldn't think. I heard Sam tell Tucker to grab me, and I was hauled into the janitor's closet.
"Alright, what's going on?" Sam demanded.
I slowly came out of my daze, just long enough to tell them, "Too noisy..." Rather weakly. All I could focus on was the overwhelming pain my eardrums had been feeling, and my mind's turmoil. Tucker grabbed me and led me to a quieter area of the school, Sam following me, watching me as if I were planning on bolting.
"Should we take him to the nurse instead?" Sam asked.
"No. Questions now, nurse later." He responded.
I was having trouble convincing my legs to move. I followed them quietly to an abandoned classroom. Technically, it wasn't abandoned. It just wasn't having classes at this time of day. I felt incredible relief as the door closed, shutting out slightly more noise. It was still too loud in my head, but I could cope. The emotions weren't screaming at me to pay attention to them anymore, even if they were still at least talking in my ear. It was at that point I realized, These emotions aren't mine, and tried my best to filter them out by focusing on a desk, trying to analyze the colors. It wasn't the most effective method, but for now, it would have to do.
"What happened back there?" Tucker questioned. "You just collapsed at the entrance. Does this have to do with the accident? You can't just close us out. Should Sam call the hospital?"
"N-n-no" I stuttered. "I'm fine. Th-the hall was too loud. Didn't you notice? It was too loud. Why are they so...emotional?" The desk was brown, with scratches from much use, I noted. They were the shade of brown that wooden pencils are, and someone had carved an arrow on it.
"It was the same as ever, Danny. It wasn't as different as you're making it sound. Just the usual. You're the one who's acting wierd." Sam informed me.
"It was?" It reminded me of this morning, when I sat up through bed. "So it's just my imagination? That can't be right!"
"Maybe that accident affected you more than we thought it did. Maybe the effects will last longer than we originally thought." Tucker suggested.
I wasn't so certain. "Maybe." One thing was certain. School was going to be interesting.
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Sure enough, school was torture. During class, I could barley hear a word the teachers said, and was informed that a toddler had a longer attention span than I did. I was sent to detention, and Dash shoved me into a locker, from which I phased, somehow, loose. I even accidentally turned my pants intangible once. The stares I got for that one were embarrassing. I was simply glad it was only my pants. I turned invisible several times, and "transformed" in the bathroom while washing my hands. I couldn't grasp the doorknob, a problem that made it hard to do anything. I also dropped several glass tubes, of which the results of the combined activities was the aforementioned detention. Life with powers. Wonderful. Afterwards, on the way home, I fell through the pavement.
"On the bright side, with this much stuff happening, whatever happened to you will be out of your system in no time." Sam reassured me.
"Are you telling your parents? You probably should." Tucker advised me. "Maybe they can help you."
I responded with a quick "No"
Life could be so much fun...
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At least supper wasn't too awkward. I fixed the food, and Jazz helped me wash up afterwards. We used paper plates, for which I was grateful, because I dropped my plate on the way to the table, just once. At least it wasn't that messy. I once again returned to bed early. She was obviously worried, and asked me if I needed to go to the doctor. I responded with a vemenent "No". I took some ibuprofen, in hopes that the headache I had from everyones' emotions would subside. Once again, I hoped in vain. Too bad I didn't have something more capable of working. Something like a knockout punch...As I lay on my bed, I was able to feel every emotion that people were experiencing in the entirety of the house. Maybe some outside the house. I couldn't fall asleep. Not for a long time. I finally drifted off, into the realms of sleep, still not entirely certain of what was going on, or how I was supposed to cope with it. Nightmares filled my exausted brain, ones I wasn't even certain were my own. The accident. Books. Inventions. It was exhausting. Did no one ever rest their thoughts? No. And all of my dreams were blurred with dreams I was certain weren't mine. All blended together by the feelings of others. Love. Hate. Lust. Happiness. Exhaustion. Dispair. Sadness.
Like it? Hate it? Read, Review, and tell me what you want! This is the longest chapter yet! Constructive critisizm is entirely welcome! Word count (including A/Ns, author notes): 1705.
-Miaulin
