I'm sitting on the bus starting to feel strange. As strange as strange can be I think. Suddenly I feel a numbness growing over me. It kind of tingles down to my little arms and feet. Then a dull kind of sadness begins in my center cavity. I look down as if expecting something to happen but nothing is there. Just my school clothes and jacket. I look back out the window where my hand print is turning into that foggy wetness again. I lay my head against the window.
I rush through the woods, taking a shortcut, letting the branches tear at my skin and clothes. I have to get back to me, I think. I have to. As I near the school, I notice that peculiar feeling inside of me again. That feeling of separation. I know time is running short and I must find me before it happens again.
As I get off the bus I notice I feel better. It must have been sleepiness that made me feel so strange. I walk with the other children into the school waiting my turn to get to my locker when someone pushes me and knocks me down. Unsteadily I get back to my feet and look around to see who the culprit was but I can't see. It's like I got up too fast and everything is dark but this time it isn't lightening back up again. I reach out searching with my hands for something to grab ahold of to steady myself but I find nothing.
I rush into the school behind a teacher through a back door. They can't see me so they won't notice me. I run down the aisle way frantically searching for me. I turn a corner and there I am aimlessly wandering down the hallway with my hands stretched out in front of me. I wonder if I'm too late if I can still reach me in time.