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!Wz87.gYWh. 04/07/11(Thu)19:11 No.14511877 File1302217914.jpg-(6 KB, 200x200, iceman3_100.jpg)
"Hey, what-" Sam begins to say as her flight slows to a crawl. "No faaiiiiii..." her voice stops as she hangs motionless, suspended in the morning sun like an insect in amber, along with the countless motes of dust that freeze in place as well. On the wall next to you the pendulum of the ornate grandfather clock hangs at its zenith.
As you make your leisurely way down the hall, you release the universe around Sam just enough to let her watch you blur past, leaving her to move at a glacial pace until she falls outside your area of control.
Not knowing where to procure pens or paper, you decide that you can always pause for a moment and get some if needed later, and enter the door at the end of the hall.
Inside, the handsome man at the front of the room looks up from his handful of papers. "You must be Aino," he says. "There's an open seat by Ricardo for you," he says, putting you in the second row.
"Thank you for coming, Sam," he says as she finally enters the door, fuming at you. Together with her everyone your age you've met is here: Sam, Ricardo, Clarissa, Mary Ann and Luke, the last two sitting with their desks pushed close together.
"OK, where we left off yesterday we were working with graphing the arc of the adjacent vertices..." Mr. Drake says as he begins. Luckily, supplies are provided. |