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+ 4	You Didn't Find Me 3
+ 2	You Didn't Fnd Me 3
+ 4	You Didn't Find Me 2
+ 4	You Didn't Find Me 1

Adi turned the corner, her long, dark brown hair flying behind her in the wind, revealing her equally dark brown eyes. Morning sunlight danced off of her hair. She adjusted her backpack. There were many people scattered around; shopping, leaning against walls, taking a break from the harsh heat, or just strolling through the sidewalks in no hurry to get anywhere. Adi was part of the last group of people. There were various mutterings other than the normal sort as she passed by. Adi pretended not to hear them, still feeling distant and determined to keep today as normal as possible. This was a new year, and Adi was set on forgetting everything and being a new Adi as well. Today she would start over, starting with school.

Several heads turned and looked at her as Adi walked into the classroom. She turned her head down and kept walking towards her desk. She heard one girl whisper, “Yeah, that’s definitely her.” A number of other girls giggled. Adi recognized her as the blonde she had run into the day before. Adi had apologized but the blonde just said snidely, “Watch it next time, I could have had a drink with me, then you would have gotten my clothes stained.” Adi was careful to not mentally wish her away.

There was a symphony of shuffling feet, sliding desks and chairs, rustling of clothes, and endings of conversations as a door slammed shut and a thin wiry woman walked in. She had black thick framed glasses and her faded blonde hair was in a tight bun. Her mouth was pulled into a stiff smile, as if it were permanently stuck that way. Her attire consisted of a dull, grey button down shirt, a knee length black skirt, and shiny black heels. Her entire character seemed so business like and inflexible that some students squirmed in their seats. Adi could not tell how old or young she was.

“Good morning class,” she said in what sounded like a pseudo pleasant voice. “Welcome to 10^th grade. My name is Ms. Marian. I expect most of you know what is considered appropriate behavior and what is not, so I see no point in explaining the same rules you have had all your life.” Ms. Marian’s dark green eyes darted from one side of the room to the other, and seeing Adi’s confused expression she raised an eyebrow and added, “Unless some of you need explaining, that is.” Half of the class turned to stare at Adi. There was a period of silence that seemed to Adi like a lifetime. “No, I understand it all,” she said finally. Many students sighed with relief and others laughed.

“We will start our first lesson, then.” Ms. Marian picked up a piece of chalk and turned around to begin writing on the blackboard. Instantly the class seemed to loosen up and all around there was a general sinking feeling as students began to slouch and put their heads on their desks. Adi’s mind drifted away and soon she was 2 years away. Back when she was in 8^th grade…and her brother had died… Back then things were so insane. I’m so glad that’s all over, she thought.

Adi almost drifted off to sleep hearing Ms. Marian’s robotic tone when suddenly a familiar voice whispered in her ear, “Who said it’s over?” Adi stood in shock of hearing that voice again, knocking her chair to the hard tile floor. She was unaware of the various eyes staring at her. The room was still.

“Adi,” she heard someone saying. Get away, she thought. Then a multitude of voices were repeating her name, whispering, shouting, calling, pleading, “Adi!”

“Stop it!” she screamed. She was vaguely aware of someone grabbing her arm. She thought about breaking free of this person’s grip and running outside, anything to get away.

The room spun in dizzying circles, mental alarms were going off in Adi’s head, and everything seemed so chaotic she felt she would collapse under the weight of the insanity. This feeling was so sickly familiar. This isn’t supposed to be happening, she thought. I wish it would just...STOP!

It was instantaneous. Everything was still again, but not back to the way it was before. Things were too still. Adi looked around. The wind wasn’t blowing, kids weren’t fidgeting, Ms. Marian wasn’t writing.

“Your mind is a very powerful thing, Adi,” the voice teased.

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