That’s me. She says and I feel her thoughts overlap mine. I pull back a bit. Howwas she here?! What was going on? I opened back up to her. How are you here?I ask her. I dont know, i felt a slight twinge in my head and investigated it andit lead me here. What’s a lunch room? Whos Mary Jane? She asks. I mentallyslap my face. A lunch room is where students eat lunch inbetween classes. AndMary Jane is nobody important. I say. Then why do i feel a lot of anger at themention of her name? She asks. Dang it. She can feel my emotions too?! Fine,shes this bully thats super mean and a jerk. I tell her. Ah. I get it now. Shesays. Um, are you just gonna be here? I ask her after a bit silence. I dont reallyknow how to get back to Freven. She says. Freven, the name of the world I hadcreated. I dont know how to get you home either. I tell her. Well, looks like yourgonna stick around with me till I get home and figure this out. I tell her. Finewith me, I’ll just sit and observe. Your world is very interesting. She says andgrows quiet. Ok, that was crazy. I think and try to focus. Ms Poppy was gettingon to Tyler about throwing a paper airplane in class. After the lesson I walkedout and walked silently to my next class. That’s when I felt myself move andbeing pressed against the lockers. I told you. Stay. Away. From Jake. Mary Jane’smenacing voice breathed into my ear. I tried to struggle free but no luck. Herhands were like iron clamps against the wall. Let me go Mary Jane. I tell her.Not until I make it painful clear. She says and pushes me against the metalharder. I could feel the iron and steel against my back and winced as I bruised.Hey, let her go Mary Jane. A voice says and the iron clamps relax. J-jason! Whatare you doing here? She stutters. I said leave her alone. He says. Mary Janewith one spiteful shove releases me and stalks off with her girls behind her. Irubbed my head at the bounding headache. Hey, you ok? Did they hurt you?Jason asks and helps me collect myself. Im-im ok thanks Jason. I tell him. Hesmiles. No problem. Im sorry they did that to you. He says in a sweet tone. Its
fine, im used to it. I tell him. Ok, well if you ever need help just ask. He saysand walks off. Everyone was staring at me. I slouched and tried not to wince atmy already bruising back. I walked ot class and sunk into my chair. You shouldvechallenged those girls. Heather’s voice entering my mind again. That would makeit worse. I tell her sulking. Still, your lucky that guy helped you out. She pointsout. Jason? Yeah, i guess so. I say and trail off. Jaso hadn’t spoken with me since6th grade. Why now? The bell rang and I settled into the lesson but Jason still On my mind. Why did he help me?