Misplaced: Chapter 1 Part 1The End of NormalcyJonah Michaels really hated Economics. Almost as much as he hated Statistics. But alas, both were requirements for his major, and therefore, unavoidable. He began to wish he had taken the AP courses while he was in high school instead of learning them in a broad classroom where the monotonous voice of Dr. Weiss began to seem more like a dull, rythmless lullaby than an actual lecture. The properties of Supply and Demand were a concept everyone with a working brain and who went through high school already grasped long ago; the redundancy of it all served more of an annoyance than anything else. He thought he was done with math when he took Calculus in the twelfth grade. But apparently, Math wasn't done with him, as the curriculum seemed to have deduced. Fortunately, he had a couple minutes until he could finally break away from his studies, meet with his girlfriend in the evening, and spend his weekend sleeping. It had been a long
Misplaced: Chapter 3Conscious"How are you feeling?" "Look Daddy! Look!" "You took it!" "Hey...hey kid...""Bastard..." Entering Hyperdrive. Est. Time of Arrival: Approximately 2.56 seconds "Good work Jonah!" "You monster...""Hey, can you hear me?"WARNING! WARNING!"You're not really going to...?" Traitor. "Change the tides of this world..." System recovery. Est. ERROR ERROR ERROR ERROR STRUCTURAL DAMAGE IN HULL DETECTED "I don't get this chance often." "How's Mom doing?" 78% ENGINE FAILURE"How could you...how could you..." "Jonah..." POWER: 12.734% "Please...don't..." Jonah... "Exactly..." ERROR ERROR ERROR"What have you done?" "Talk to me! Can you hear me? C'mon!" EMERGENCY LANDING IN APPROXIMATELY THREE MINUTES, TWENTY THREE SECONDS Who..."Someone call an ambulance!"
Coping Skills and Peppermints (G/t) pt. 12“Hey, are you not gonna eat anything?”About halfway through breakfast time, Dean was practically done his meal, and Flynn hadn't touched a single thing. Deep down, he was praying that nobody would notice, that'd he'd be able to get away with just sliding the greasy mess into some nearby garbage can, but he had no such luck. It's what he had always done, even in his own house. His mother, with her icy cold blue eyes and lips permanently smeared into a frown, would simply watch and roll her eyes as Flynn struggled over a dinner table, desperately trying to catch his breath as the room seemed to devour him whole.It was like no one ever cared if he even swallowed... Flynn’s eyes widened when the sudden words drifted from behind him, snapping him out of the anxiety flooded trance that had suddenly began to build up in his chest.Eggs, bacon, toast… None of them seemed particularly bad. He really didn’t mind any one of those things. But the ide