Hey everyone I'm making a new story, which will be posted on both Fan Fiction and Off Topic Enjoy 7:00 A.M. I sighed as I heard the alarm go off. It was time for school, again. I didn't like school even though I was 18 and almost done with the year and with high school in general. Going to school was something I couldn't get out of, though. Not unless I was sick, like I had been for a good amount of time the end of last year and beginning of this year. I hadn't really been sure what had been going on, why I felt so lousy. All I knew was that I felt dizzy, and actually being in the sun made me feel worse. When it had first happened I was in school, and my home room teacher (I hadn't even made it past the beginning of school) had said that I didn't look so good and told me to go to the nurse. When I stood up, I felt bad and had to be helped to the nurse. When I got there, it wasn't too long after that I was sent home. After that, whenever I even got a little dizzy I was kept home from school. Today, I felt just fine. I kind of wished I didn't, though, not wanting to take my Math and History tests today. I knew I'd have to, though, unless something drastic happened. So, I went and got out of bed then walked over to my closet. I looked through my clothes and decided on a pair of red colored jeans and a purple top. Once I was changed, and my favorite pink sneakers were on my feet, I went and combed through my shoulder length auburn hair and quickly braided I then went and grabbed my backpack and my sunglasses, so I'd at least have something to protect my lavender colored eyes. I was also hoping it'd help to not make me feel bad if there was too much sun, although it didn't take too much sun to do that. Now that I was ready, well as ready as I was going to be, I went and left my room and headed downstairs for breakfast. My parents were there, eating breakfast and having some kind of conversation. I didn't really know what it was about, and I didn't ask. There wasn't a whole lot of time, so I just went and got a bowl of cereal. As I was, and as I was eating I was asked the normal questions, "How did you sleep?", "Did you get all of your homework done?" and "Are you ready for your tests today?" I answered with a "Fine" and two "Yes" answers. After I'd eaten I was about to leave for school, when my mom stopped me. I sighed then said, "What's up, Mom? I gotta get to school." Not that I was thrilled about going to school, but getting in trouble for being late or missing taking her tests wasn't her idea of fun. "I know," she said. "Don't worry. You won't be late. There is something you need to do before you leave, though." I scrunched my nose, as I heard what she said, then said, "Yuck! I hate that stuff. I don't know why I have to keep taking it." As I had been saying that my dad had gone into the fridge and taken out the container that had the pink, almost red, liquid that I'd had to drink every morning and night from, well, since I can remember. I didn't know what it was, but I knew I didn't like drinking it. My dad sighed then said, the same thing he said pretty much every time I got like this, "It's for your own good, Jadzia." "Why?" I said. "What's so bad about me not drinking whatever the heck that is?" I wasn't going to just drink it, not when I didn't have to. I saw no reason to. I stood and waited for some kind of answer to my questions. Eventually my mom said, "Jadzia, honey, you're not normal." Before she could say anything else, I said, "I know that! What's normal about not feeling like you can be in the sun sometimes! I'm still not drinking that!" With that, I decided to go out the back door and not the front door, moving as quick as I could as I did. I really didn't want to argue with my parents anymore and really hadn't wanted to give them a chance to actually get me to drink that stuff. Right then, school was actually looking better and better despite the tests that were coming up today. Once I was outside, I hopped on my bike and rode as fast as I could to the school. Thankfully it wasn't that far away. Once I rode the block and a half to school, and parked my bike, I ran into the school. I got to homeroom one minute before the late bell rang. I then sat and waited for the day to start, thinking about what had happened before. Before, when I was younger, I'd just drunk that stuff, that my parents had tried to get me to drink this morning, and hadn't asked questions. Well, mostly not. Now, though, it was different. I need to know why. I also wanted to know why I was different. Bump?
The day went by fairly well. I had the usual classes everyone else has in high school and had my tests in Math and History. At lunch time, though, I didn't feel really all that hungry. I felt like there was something else I wanted, but wasn't sure what. The other students around me seemed to be affecting me in some way. I tried to eat, even though I felt like that, but it didn't work too well. At the end of the day, instead of going right home, I decided to go and ride my bike around. I was hoping that I'd be able to shake the feeling I'd had at lunch. I also was hoping to get away from people for a while and hoping to maybe not feel so weird. I wasn't really sure where I'd end up, but I was sure I'd be out riding around for a while. After riding for a while, I ended up in a semi-wooded area and kept going until I came to a lake. Once there, I stopped the bike and got off. I then went and sat down beside the lake, looking out at the calm water. I was glad that where I was didn't have really much sunlight and was more shaded than anything. I sat for a while, just thinking about everything that had happened. At one point, I put my head in my hands and said, with a sigh, "Why am I different? Why do I feel so weird?" Not too long after I said that, I heard some noise behind me. I went and got up, and turned around. I wasn't sure who it was and was really hoping it wasn't someone who wanted to cause trouble. I went and started walking away from my bike, as I said, "Hello? Who's there?" I kept walking for a little while, before I heard another noise that sounded a lot like a twig snapping. I turned and looked in the direction I heard the noise coming from, but didn't see anyone there. I sighed then turned to start walking back to where my bike and the lake were, deciding to let the noises go. When I turned, though, I noticed someone not too far from me. I had no idea who it was, or where they came from. I was also curious why they were there. I hesitated before I went and started walking over to the woman who had just appeared out of nowhere. "Who are you?" I asked her. "Where did you come from?" She was silent for a little while, then said, "I'm sad to hear you don't remember me. I guess it would make sense, since you haven't been home in a long time. I just wish I could've seen you grow up." I wasn't really sure what to think of what this woman said. Ok, so, she was there when I was a kid. That didn't really tell me who she was, though. I remembered my childhood, but only until when I was 7 years old. Before that, though, things were dim. This woman, whoever she was, seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't remember her name or how exactly I knew her. "Ok, so you know me," I said. "But what's your name?" The woman sighed then said, "My name is Calais. I'm a friend of the family. Your parents would ask me to sit with you when they wanted or needed to go somewhere." Bump?