I don't think I'll be able to make it.

I ran as fast as my legs could handle, swerving left and right to avoid bumping into other students, who gave me weird looks as I passed. As much as I liked the new uniform I was wearing, its tightness made it difficult for me to breathe properly.

Back at the dorm, I wasted no time and locked the room, removed my casual clothes and changed to my school uniform. I also hung my ID on my neck while I hid the necklace Ben gave me under my blouse.

It's probably nothing, but I'm a bit nervous that someone might steal it from me and sell it or something. Ben will get crazy at me if that ever happens.

As for my bags, I didn't have time to arrange them, so I simply placed them near one of the beds in the room, which I hoped was not my mean roommate's. I glanced at myself in the mirror and saw that some strands of my hair were sticking out all over the place.

Thank god I noticed it. I might have saved myself from a future embarrassing situation.

I fixed my hair, went out, and locked the door in under a second.

And now here I was, running like a weirdo, my heart beating against my chest. I was in the hallways of one of the school buildings where I was wandering around before until Pierre helped me. Taking my class schedule out from my pocket, I skimmed it to see what my first period was.

World Mythologies.

That's a new one. Hopefully it'll be as good as it sounds.

Eventually, I found my way to the floor where my particular class was held. I slowed down as I neared the classroom. From the looks of it, I wasn't late as some students still came in and out of the door.

Above me, fluorescent bulbs began to flicker like strobe lights. As they did, strange energy, probably from the lights, buzzed in the air. Whispers filled the area as several students looked over their heads in confusion.

"What's happening?"

"Probably another low voltage."

"It's, like what, the fourth or fifth time this week?"

"Why is the school not fixing this?"

White spots danced in my vision, and I looked ahead of me once more. The moment I entered the classroom, most of the students inside, who were either gossiping or swiping on their phones, turned to my direction and looked at me like I was an alien from another planet.

Gazing down to ignore their stares, I walked through the desks to reach an empty seat in the middle of the room. I sat on the chair just in time when the teacher entered.

"Good morning class," he greeted, roaming his gaze around the room. He stopped when he spotted me. "Ah, a new student! To what do we owe the pleasure, miss. . ."

"Um, my name's Amelia Kingston. Sir."

"Kingston?" His brows shot up, as if surprised. "That's interesting. . . Well, Amelia, I'm Professor Mishal and this is my World Mythologies class, the most predictable and not-so boring class ever!"

Some of my classmates giggled.

"Here, we explore the old tales of our imaginative ancestors," he said, smoothly moving his hand around and about. "The magical, the mystical. . . the great, the amazing. . . Brave heroes and fearsome monste— well, you know what?" He waved his hand dismissively. "I guess you guys probably know all that. Let's cut to the chase, shall we?"

I couldn't help but smile at his antics.

He looked at me once more. "So, Amelia, since you're the new kid, you're the one who's going to teach the class today."

"What?"

Professor Mishal grinned. "It's part of my house rules. Everyone has done it before, and you're no exception."

"I. . . Uh. . ." My eyes darted around nervously. I felt a small pain shoot inside my head, making me wince.

One of my seatmates, a dark-skinned girl with curly hair, shook her head and nudged my elbow, smiling. "He's just playing, girl. Don't mind his jokes too much."

"She's right, I was just kidding." The teacher chuckled. "But what I do have for a rule is every time we have a new student, I let them choose the topic for the day based on their interests."

That was a huge relief.

He strode closer to me with an eyebrow raised. "So tell me, do you have a favorite myth? A favorite mythical character, perhaps? Or something like that."

"Well, I. . . I'm kind of a fan on Greek mythology," I said, hesitating. "I don't have any favorites yet."

"A Greek geek! Awesome!" He clapped his hands in delight. "You just made my job much easier! I was planning on discussing a very particular Greek god, and you know what's even better? You remind me of her."

As he turned towards his desk at the front, my eyes narrowed at what he just said.

I remind him of a mythical goddess? That's a really odd. . . thing to say.

"Okay!" He firmly set his hands on the table. "Thanks to your new classmate here, we're going to talk about the goddess of marriage, the great queen of the Greek gods: Hera!"

"Hera?" I couldn't help but blurt.

"Is there a problem, Amelia?" the professor asked.

"No! It's just. . . I'm concerned about what you said when I reminded you of Hera," I said. "C-Can I ask why?"

He shrugged. "No idea. Now moving on. . ."

Professor Mishal began the class with introducing Hera's parentage, her forced relationship with Zeus, and then, of course, he didn't forget to focus on Hera's anger and jealousy to her husband's never-ending lovers.

As he talked on and on about the subject, my mind was distracted with thoughts. Angry ones.

He thinks I'm like Hera? I can't believe that! She was the worst goddess in the whole Greek mythos and my least favorite at that! I mean, the lady was a maniac towards innocent ladies who often didn't want anything to do with Zeus, who was also the worst. Hera cursed and killed them without mercy, and their children don't get away with it either.

I knew that she was only a fictional character, but the single thought of her could make me go nuts! Just thinking of her name gives me a. . . a damn headache.

"Ugh!" I clutched my head in pain. The heart inside my rib cage suddenly beat faster like a drum, and I felt myself doubling over.

Some shuffling happened around me. "Hey, are you okay?"

I waved my hand. "Yeah, I'm fine. . . Just a headache. . ."

The voice sounded familiar, but I didn't bother to look up and see who it was. Instead, I turned to Professor Mishal who also stopped and gazed at me in concern.

"Amelia, are you feeli—"

"Can I go to the bathroom?" I interrupted.

The instructor tilted his head. I was about to apologize when he gestured to the door. "You can go, but you may also pass by the clinic if you're feeling too unwell."

Nodding hastily, I stood up from my chair and staggered out of the room.

The headache became stronger the second I was outside, making me lean on the wall for support. As large, white spots danced in my vision, I closed my eyes shut.

This is just the worst! Where the hell did this headache even come from?

I traveled one of my hands to the wall, and when I felt its smooth surface, I began walking slowly down the hallway. I felt no one nearby while I walked, which made me sigh in relief.

I should probably go back now. But then people will get suspicious that I came back too soon. They'll think I was faking my headache or something.

Just great. My first day is already turning into a disaster.

"Excuse me," a soft, female voice said. "Are you okay, hon?"

My eyes shot open to a brown-haired girl standing in front of me with her hands on her hips. A long, white sash with the words 'Hall Monitor' stood out from her uniform.

Uh oh.

"Um, what was your question again?" I asked.

She smiled. "I asked if you were alright."

Wait a minute. Where did that come from?

I roamed my gaze around the hallway, but there wasn't anyone else except me and the hall monitor girl. Strange.

"I-I'm fine," I replied. "I just got a headache a-and I tried going to the bathroom but everything felt dizzy. . ."

Her expression changed to one of concern. "Oh dear, that's bad. Do you need help going to the clinic instead?"

I turned my gaze away. "I—um. . . maybe—"

I swiveled. "What did you just say to me?"

"What?" she said. "I-I didn't say anything, hon. I was waiting for you to say something."

My eyes narrowed. "You just called me a bitch. How dare you?"

The girl took a step back, shocked. "W-What? That's definitely not true! I would never do such a thing!"

"Are you sure about that?" I managed to find the strength to stand up. "Because I thought you also said that I'm wasting your time."

Her eyes looked like they would pop off their sockets. "D-Did you just read my mind?"

I frowned. "What are you talking about? I just heard you say all those things."

She shook her head. "I was thinking in my head, stupid. I didn't actually say them!"

I pointed at her accusingly. "So you did say it!"

"In my head," she corrected. "Who are you? Are you some sort of a freak? How did you know what I was thinking?"

"I am not a freak!" I shouted. "You're lying! I didn't read your mind!"

Her voice sounded in my head like an angry whisper.

"No, you won't!" Shaking my head, I fled from the scene.

I ran as fast as my legs could take me, not caring where I would go or end up. I just knew that I had to get away from this. . . mess I've put myself into.

It must've been a minute or two when I finally pulled myself into a halt. Looking behind me, the hall monitor didn't follow me. The lights on the hallway still flickered, giving the place an eerie vibe. My head was still throbbing in pain which didn't get any better.

Hmm. . . Maybe this headache has something to do with whatever happened back there with the monitor girl who thought I could 'read' her mind. I mean, that's just impossible. As far as I'm concerned, there was no such thing.

Going to the clinic like Professor Mishal suggested was probably a good start. Maybe a nurse will give me something to relieve the pain and hopefully get me out of this nightmare.

After a bit of searching, not a single thing pointed to a clinic that I could go to. There were no arrows or signs or anything. The doors in the hallway only had a bunch of letters on them. It didn't make things easier, even a little bit.

I walked near the doors on one side of the hallway, listening to whatever noise that might lead to a clinic. Most of the ones I've passed were filled with chatter coming from students.

I knew it would be easier if I just knocked on one of the classrooms and asked where the clinic was, but with what I just ran away from, I didn't think I could handle another embarrassing thing happening to me.

Eventually, I stopped in front of a noiseless room. I pressed my ear to the door, and sure enough, it was silent.

Okay. Assuming that the nurse was on a break due to the lack of noise, I could just wait inside for them to come back.

Without hesitation, I pushed the door open. Instead of a pristine room with medicine cabinets and a bed, it was a dim-lit and narrow one. The lighting was so faint that I couldn't make out the figures inside.

This is probably a janitor closet or something. Not a clinic, I guess. . .

Before I could shut the door and go on my way, a burst of blue crackling light flew towards me. My life flashed before my eyes before the world turned black.