“Sarah,” the woman said, “everyone is very worried about you. You have skipped more classes than you have attended this semester, and you're failing every one of them. And then your disappearance last weekend had the entire neighborhood in an uproar.”
Sarah said nothing.
“Your parents were terrified,” the woman continued. “The police were even called. Do you realize the trouble everyone went to to find you?”
Sarah's gaze was pointedly fixed on something in the corner of the room.
“It isn't drugs, the tests came back clean. Do you want to talk about anything, Sarah?”
“Drugs might help.” It was the first time Sarah had made any sound since she had entered the room.
“Really? Why don't you tell me why?”
“Why not, you think I'm nuts already.”
The woman stayed silent, her expression open, waiting for the girl to speak.
“You want to know where I was last weekend? I wasn't here, that's for sure. I was battling evil in some godforsaken trash heap. There.”
The woman wrote something on her tablet. “Why don't you tell me about that, Sarah?”
Sarah shifted her attention back to the corner of the room. “I'd have to start at the beginning. Last year, I got really, really pissed at this girl Kelsey during third period because she 'borrowed' my iPod. I was just about to make her give it back, when all of the light bulbs in the place burst. They said it was a power surge, and we got the rest of the day off. So, I was walking home, and this guy mugged me. But he wasn't a guy, you know, he had, like, scales and stuff. And claws. But when he grabbed me, that power surge thing, it happened again, only to him. And no one noticed that this guy just fried in the street, right there in front of everyone.”
Sarah looked up. The woman with the tablet kept her placid expression. “Aren't you going to ask me how that made me feel or something?”
The woman smiled a little. “How did that make you feel?”
“Scared sh!tless, thanks for asking. Especially when he just disappeared after smoking and blistering for awhile. But just my luck, someone else appeared. This girl, Marta. She's been my neighbor forever, but she's a year older than me, and she's like some super genius, so we never hang out, like, ever. But there she was, and she told me I had better come with her. I mean, Marta is weird and all, but she's a lot safer than spontaneous combustion mugger guy, right? Ha. She took me to this office building, and that's where it started getting really weird.”
Edited by Antilla, 06 February 2010 - 03:22 PM.