Zoe reached up and grabbed her forehead, feeling a headache coming on. She had gotten a few already that morning, but she just figured that it was the usual stress that she got from being around her annoying family.
After grabbing her black leather pull-string bag, she left the house and walked to school, not even saying goodbye to her mom. She usually didn't.
As she walked to school, another headache hit her and she suddenly felt disoriented. Where was she going again? She focused her mind. School. Yeah, that was it. But as she walked, it became harder and harder to keep her mind on where she was going. And by the time she made it to the school, she wasn't exactly sure where she was.
She also didn't know who she was.
Zoe stood there, unthinking, as more and more students showed up for school. Her expression told nothing of her mental state, since there was nothing to tell. She was a sponge, a blank slate, waiting for something, anything, to be put into her mind. Unfortunately for her, a crowd of teenagers milling about was fertile ground for idle talk.
As she stood, slack-jawed, she overheard ...
