(At the work-site)
Marcie sat in a secluded corner, praying that Nick wasn't around. A wave of nausea washed over her, but she willed it away. This was no time to be sick. They had major work to do, and President Davidson had only given them until the end of the summer to rebuild the Llanview Community Center.
She opened her brown bag lunch, removed the contents and laid them on a nearby pile of wooden planks. The meal looked inviting and without hesitation, she unwrapped the sandwich she'd so carefully prepared the night before.
Just as she was about to take a bite, the haunting words filled her head...
Fatso, Piggy, Loser...
Over and over they came, like a bad dream, until she could take it no longer.
"Stop it!" She yelled, squeezing her eyes shut.
She opened them to find Rex in the distance, flaunting his bare chest in front of Jen in the hopes that she would notice him.
Jen's brush-off caused Marcie to smirk.
Serves him right; The jackass.
The sun beat down, causing sweat to appear on Marcie's forehead. It sure was hot out here. How could the school expect students to work in this heat? She glanced at her watch, realizing that lunchtime was over. With a sigh she re-wrapped the sandwich and returned her lunch to the brown bag.
Eating would just have to wait. Work was much more important. Her educational future depended on it.
Determined to work harder than ever, she stood and lifted the heavy wooden plank. A shock-wave of dizziness overcame her and she stumbled backwards. It's nothing, just the heat. She'd be fine in a minute.
Finally she regained her balance, and resumed working. But then she was hit with another wave of nausea; this one far worse than the first one. The sky seemed to be getting darker and darker, making it impossible to focus on anything.
She felt herself falling, as though she were Alice in Wonderland, tumbling down the rabbit hole...
Into the darkness...