Part One: A Change
Chapter One: Curiosity
I used to look in the mirror too long. Those moments were not out of vain, but curiosity. Have you ever noticed that you can recognize others faces, but yours is unfamiliar to your brain. I always wondered if anyone else had this problem. I was always curious. Of course, curiosity can make you sad. Thinking about what you would see if you had no eyes to see. Not just being blind, but having no eyes. Because if you have no eyes to see, then what would you see? You wouldn't see darkness, so what is it that you would see? I also always wonder, what if my mother's miscarriage was born instead of me? What would he be like? Would life be different for the friends I have made, the enemies I have made, for the lives I have left in ruin? I already know my brother's name, even though I have never met him and my parents never named him. But I know. His name is Peter. I always wonder about the people I haven't met, the parts of the world I have not seen, and all the imaginations, thoughts, suffering, and emotions stirring around the world. Sometimes I ask God in my prayers if he can send all these to me, and see what would happen to me, then I think better of it because if I had all these even for a moment, I am sure I would parish. But, then, this thought brings me to deeper thoughts, as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. Why was I given the body I am living in now, the soul that shows who I am, and the mind that harvests the thoughts that I have brewing in my head at this moment? Why was I put on this world, with these beliefs? With these friends? These enemies? This family? Then some unspoken question hits me like a knife impaling my heart. What if I'm not real? How am I able to tell the difference between life and death? How do I know that I have not lived a life different from this one? What if... I am living in a life lies?
I snap out of my trance and smile at my own reflection in the mirror. I know I was just thinking something, but it flashed through my mind so fast that I have already forgotten it. I ignore it with a nonchalant wave of my hand and go back to getting ready for school. My dark brown hair was untidy from sleep and my brown eyes were full of that morning tiredness. I picked up the hair-brush in front of me and easily smooth my hair. I quickly get into my school uniform. I open the door of my room and step out into the carpeted hallway. My little brother, Michael, is sitting at the top of the stairs with my dog, Max. I move pass Michael and run down the stairs. My mom and my older brother's heads pop up from a conversation when I came into the room. I wonder what they were talking about, but, although my curiosity was telling me otherwise, I did not press in.
I walked into the kitchen and made myself some maple and brown sugar oatmeal. My favorite kind. It was already 7'O clock. We usually leave at 7:20. I laze around until we finally leave. I walk out of the door with my backpack and my lunchbox.
We get to the school twenty minuets later and it's already 7:58. Somehow. If I don't speed up I won't get to class in time. I push through the front doors and rush down the stairs to my classroom. I step right into the classroom and I hear the morning bell ring. I set my stuff down on my desk and begin unpacking. Brynn, one of my good friends and the girl who sits next to me in homeroom, walks up to me and greets me.
"Hey, Abby," She waves. She's much shorter than me so I must look down to talk to her, "How's life?"
"Fine," I reply as I continue to unpack, "Kinda boring."
I finish unpacking and I sit down. The teacher, Mrs. Sherry, begins to walk around the room.
"Planners out, so I may check them," She announces gently, "Oh, and morning announcers should head upstairs."
I watch as the announcers head upstairs, but for some reason I didn't hear the announcements. I am sitting at my desk and the announcers were back down here. My books are out. Now I'm lined up for History class. I'm sitting at my desk in History. I'm leaving the religion room, but I'm so overwhelmed that I drop my books. I fall to the floor. Everyone looks at me. No one helps. I here the bell. Everyone continues to move, as if nothing happened. I pick up my books and get up. I walk out of the room. I feel the sweat on my head. My friend, Anna, walks up to me.
"Are you okay, Abby?" She asked, "Something weird just happened to me. I was in first period and then I was lining up for second period and now I'm here."
"That happened to me, too," I looked at her, hoping to find answers in her also questioning eyes, "Something weird is happening. When I fell, everyone just looked at me, then looked away."
It's afternoon. I'm in my homeroom packing up. I walk out of the room with my backpack, and when I line up against the wall Thomas, a boy from the other homeroom, walks up to me.
"Something weird happened to me today," He looked at me, his face only read confusion, but I already knew what he was gonna say.
"Yeah, the same thing happened to me," I looked over at him, "Something weird is going on and I'm gonna find out what that is."