The Abnormal

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1

by: liberosis

Alina's POV

I sat in my physics class. Fifth period. One more period to go. Ugh. I mean, don't get me wrong. I love physics. Compared to the other classes, it's the best. Well, that is, at least in this school. But today, we have a very, boring lesson.

We just came in from lunch and even though this food tastes very much like crap, I've been eating everything. I even ate the rest of the food my friends left, which I know sounds disgusting. What is amazing though, is that my stomach is still flat. Still, my appetite is getting out of control. Really out of control.

Outside it was really cold. It's winter. Everyone is wearing very warm, comfy, sweaters and scarves and mittens and beanies. Except for me. For the past week I've found out that I don't feel cold anymore. Odd, huh? I know. Tell me about it.

I sit on one of the stools on the side desks of the room. So in a way, I get two tables. Lucky me.

Our teacher, Mrs. Greene, is babbling on and on about the Second Law of Thermodynamics and about how entropy works. Hey, at least I actually listened up to where she told us what she was going to teach today.

I nodded as she looked around the class and looked at me. Oh, wow, uh huh. Yeah. Mmm... this is very interesting. She turns away and I frown.

I look around and almost burst out laughing. A few kids were resting their heads on their hands. Others pretended to read along in their textbooks. And others, like me, watched the clock anxiously for the first fifteen minutes to pass.

There was a buzz in my pocket. I pulled out my phone and checked. It was a message from my friend, Olivia, who sat four seats in front of me.

This is killing me XP.

I rolled my eyes and grinned.

45 more min. I sent back.

It buzzed again.

R u kidding?


Someone. Anyone. Please shoot me!!!

I'll shoot u if u shoot me

And how r u gonna shoot me if ur already dead?

We r gonna shoot at the same time


(Face palm)

: )))) Don't ya luv me?

If I did... would I accept the offer to shoot you?


I grinned.

I put my phone away and went back to watching the clock.

Suddenly, I felt sick. Ugh. Not again. This was the sixth time this week that I've felt like this. Ugh. This whole passed week, I've been getting headaches and very high fevers. So high they mean I should be dead. But I'm not. Obviously. My appetite has gone crazy and isn't it weird that I don’t feel cold at all in winter when it's snowing and freezing at this moment?

My parents haven't been around to see the hell I've been going through. They're too busy on their trips around the world. And even though it's for work, I find it quite unfair.

I rest my hand on the cool, smooth, black tabletop to stable myself and get a grip. My head collapses onto the table. I mean, compared to the other kids in here right now, that's not much different. But I'm one of the best students (according to the teacher) and I plan on keeping it that way.

I try lifting my head up but I can't. Pain, as hot as fire, sears through my body. I clench my teeth so tight I think they might break and let out a cry of pain. My mind was completely held, taken, consumed by the pain in my body.

I faintly hear the whispers and shouts going around me.

Hot tears run down my cheeks as the pain starts becoming even more unbearable. A shudder ripples through my body. I gasp. In that moment, I realize I've made a mistake. The moment I gasped, I had let down all my restraints. All my guards. My control. My mind.

I'm trembling hard and I try to gain my control. But it's too late.

I'm too confused to be able to try getting my control back anyway. What is going on with me?

Something hot ran through my veins and it burned everything along it's way. I barely had time to react.

I shrieked.

I realized I was gripping the table with both hands. I was holding on so hard that my fingers were leaving dents in it. I didn't let go though. I really needed something to hold on to. Something that will keep me here. Something that makes me think this isn't happening. But the dents on the hard, black tabletop are making it hard for me to believe.

I was sprawled on the cool tabletop. I don't know how I got there but it doesn't matter. I realized that my subconsciousness might have tried making the fever go down. Or for the fire to go out. It helped out neither. Instead, it seemed to emphasize it, making it stronger and more painful.

I squeezed my eyes shut.

And suddenly, my skin started to shift.

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