The strangest thing about Monday was that nothing felt strange.
I woke up.
I went to school.
I complained about the weather.
Maya stole half my breakfast.
Ethan nearly failed his first class because he forgot an assignment.
Everything was normal.
And I was grateful for it.
After the weirdness of the past few weeks, ordinary had become something I appreciated.
Maybe that was why what happened next bothered me so much.
Because there was no reason for it.
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We were in the science laboratory when it happened.
Our teacher, Mrs. Adams, had divided us into groups of four.
Maya and Ethan were with me.
We were supposed to conduct a simple experiment involving temperature changes.
Nothing complicated.
I'd already started writing down the results when I noticed the thermometer.
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