I walk with my two friends, James and Kathrine. These two were past lovers and are dating now. I’m kind of just a third wheel for these two, walking behind them or beside them. Honestly I sometimes envy them for being able to meet again, which I know is horrible because I should be happy for them, right? I am, I am happy for them I just wish they weren’t so… lovey dovey all the time.
“Enid watch out!” I snap out of my thoughts and quickly step more to the side as a bike rider rides right past me, “You okay?!” Kathrine looks at me with her worried jade eyes as she usually does when I get hurt, “No, no. I’m alright.”
“Arsehole!” James calls after the biker, who continues on his way, “You good Enid?” I nod and we continue on our way to school, “Honestly, you’re always spacing out Enid. Are you sure you’re not sick or anything?”
“I’m fine, Kathrine.” I assure her as we walk through the front gates of our school. Hawkings Academy. It’s a great school with kids who are bound to do great things. But mostly rich kids with loaded families. Don’t get me wrong, I have a lot of money but only because of my fathers research. He studies past lives, looking for ways to remember them all. Can you guess who his first subject usually is? It’s me. I always did love helping my father in the laboratory, even as a child. So, I started to learn the amygdala, the hippocampus, the cerebellum,...