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  Massive figures moved quickly at the edges of my vision, but tears were blurring my sight. I stood there, unable to move, drowning in the horror of what I saw.

  Then, strong hands gripped me, and I saw myself looking down into the face of a nesr-roona.

  “You have to stop them. You can’t let them on.”

  “Let who on?” Although I was utterly terrified, I found myself a bit bewildered by this alien’s lack of a clarified noun. Certainly, a situation like this was not the time for pronouns.

  “Don’t let your world follow our path! You can’t trust–”

  But then one of the figures in the darkness lunged forward, and I was ripped backward through the nothingness again. I landed in my bed with a fright, breathing hard and ready to call for my mother.

  “Yo, friend, are you alright?”

  I cannot tell you how immensely relieved I was to see Andi. She was in her pajamas as well, although they were much fuzzier than my own.

  “Yeah, I just had a bad dream.”

  “Really? I’ve been having them, too.” She took a step and sat on my bed. I knew that technically she wasn’t actually there, but it was still comforting to have her so close to me.

  “What are yours about?”

  “I dunno. I don’t really get most of them. There’s a lot of yelling most of the time, like a whole room full of people are trying to tell me how to do something all at once, so it just turns into gibberish. It… it feels like a warning, but I, uh, I just dunno, I guess.”

  I nodded, feeling a bit better, but still somewhat terrified. “Mine felt like a warning, too. But it was delivered rather dramatically.”

  “I gotcha.”

  “But hey, you never visit me at night. Is something up?”

  Andi grimaced and gave a little shrug. “He can’t sleep. So, I’m hiding.”

  “Oh, I’m sorry.” The apology sounded so silly and unfitting of the situation, but I didn’t know what to tell my best friend.

  “Don’t worry about it. I’m a big, strong girl. I can deal.”

  “If anyone can, it’s you.”

  “Yeah, I…” Suddenly, a light flickered into being around the redheaded child, and she said a word that I was not allowed to repeat. “He’s in my room. I gotta go. I’ll talk to you later, okay?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “And Gee-Gee, you know I’ll always be here for you, right? Real or not.”

  I nodded once more. “I know that. And thank you.”

  “Of course.”

  And just like that, the familiar buzz of her presence faded, and I was alone. I pulled you out a moment later and well, here we are now. I’m worried. I feel like something terrible is floating just beyond my understanding, and I cannot do anything about it. When I imagined hitting double digits, this was certainly not how I envisioned it.

  Perpetually worried,

  Jyra

  Obden 18th, 4702

  Dear friend. It has been several days since we talked last. I wish I could say they were uneventful days, but they were not.

  School continued in its endless drudgery. I found myself growing angrier each day. How dare Xissa turn a place of learning and growth into a cold, barren wasteland of hard looks and angry stares? I could feel the weight of her and her growing crowd of minions’ judgement. Like I was somehow lesser.

  But I wasn’t lesser.

  Just different.

  That distinction didn’t seem to matter to them. They commented on everything from my difficulties with most social interactions or being able to improvise comedic comebacks to their snide one-liners. I could often sense that they were making jokes at my expense, but I couldn’t quite unwrap the tones and subtext that made them insulting, or formulate an appropriate reply. It was a waste of my intellect and energy, yet I still found myself struggling every day to be less of an outsider.

  Laquilla, for her credit, cared much less about what they had to say. But perhaps that was because she had hit her growth period early and was at least a head taller than everyone in the class. Or it could be that she had a habit of putting her hecklers into waste disposal containers. Either way, I was safe when I was with her. But she was a particularly talented musician. We shared basic classes and math, but half of our days were spent completely apart.

  Andi wasn’t happy about my treatment either and did her best to brighten my days. She would often stand right behind Xissa and make faces, sticking out her tongue or contorting her wonderfully chubby cheeks. Sometimes, she pantomimed grossly disproportionate responses to Xissa’s subtle harassment. Thank goodness for her humor. Sometimes, I felt as if it was the only thing allowing me to survive.

  I knew it was silly that, after having dreams of death, destruction, and chaos, I was concerned with being able to live through the semester, but the stress of it all was gnawing at me, like a vresak with a fresh bone.

  Perhaps that’s why it happened. Mother is going to be terribly dissap…Oh. I haven’t told you that part yet. Apologies. I suppose I do need more practice at this storytelling thing.

  Today started out as a relatively ordinary day. I ate my breakfast quietly, and prepped for my day. I made sure my data-logs and pads were in my bag, along with lunch and a snack. I double checked to see I had the proper proportions of protein to vegetation and fiber. And then I packed an extra sweet. Times were stressful, after all.

  I stood at the foot of the building where my family lived and waited for the shuttle.

  From there, the transport dropped me off at my school that was still so stark white, but undeniably dimmer in my mind. Into the wide, well-lit halls. Through the door. Sat down at my desk. I took a deep breath and prepared for the day.

  Xissa was busy reading what looked like a report on DNA splicing on her data-pad, giving me a reprieve. If there was one upside to the sierr, it’s that she cared for biology even more than she cared about my presence interrupting her day.

  The teacher’s holo-projection started up and greeted us, assigning us lists of new media to read that ascribed to each of our talents and any other pertinent alerts. But her next words made my blood run cold.

  “As you all know, it is important to be well-rounded individuals. You must be able to explain your discoveries just as much as you are able to make those discoveries at all. Today, I am assigning you in pairs, and you are required to make a discovery – fake, of course – and fully present it to your partner.”

  No. No, no, no. There were only three people in the class that even tolerated me, and I knew that the teacher would assign the twins together. It wasn’t exactly her fault on that front. They wouldn’t work with anyone but each other. I’m sure they were seeing a therapist about it, but I doubted they would ever listen.

  Like an approaching plasma beam, the teacher’s voice read through the list. I knew what happened with these things. Teachers liked to use them as ways to solve mini-feuds in their classroom. It was basic psychology, really – uniting two opposing forces toward a common goal for reward. But it wouldn’t work. She didn’t know. She didn’t see. And I couldn’t explain it to her, because I didn’t entirely understand it myself.

  “And Xissa, I would like you and Jyra to work together.”

  There it was. Her declaration washed over me, a freezing wave of dread.

  “Of course. Thank you.” Xissa said, smiling weakly.

  The teacher nodded, then continued, oblivious to the torment she had just tossed me into. It wasn’t fair. I understood rules, facts, figures, and theories. Xissa played in a realm that was more alien to me than any of the celestial bodies in the universe.

  Eventually, the list was finished, and the teacher winked out in a ripple of light, no doubt planning her next brilliant lesson strategy. In that moment, I felt an illogical amount of hate for her. But that was unproductive, so I squashed it down.

  Instead, I stared straight ahead until Xissa turned to me.

  “So, I’m thinking of discovering that there’s a way to mutate DNA
for certain desired, super-carbon traits. You’ve got a thing about textures, so give me your opinion on this: for my presentation, I was thinking of growing samples of different flesh types I would be able to genetically modify. Thoughts?”

  “That would certainly be impactful, as well as give tangible representation of a somewhat abstract branch of science.”

  “Perfect, thanks. What are you contemplating?”

  This was...odd. I had been expecting more subtle jabs I couldn’t deconstruct, or outright dismissal. Maybe even a complaint or two. I certainly hadn’t anticipated fruitful discussion. Perhaps Xissa had realized how counterproductive her conduct was? I felt my defenses drop slightly. I was never very good with people. Maybe I had misinterpreted her? My therapist and I had been working on sarcasm, after all. It was a very complex type of humor that I understood about half the time, but was so reliant on tone and previous knowledge of the joke teller that I found it exceptionally difficult.

  “I’m thinking of proving that something we can’t see or detect is real. I am not sure, though. It would be difficult to bring into this reality simply because of its nature.”

  “Ambitious. I’m going to start on writing my script for it. Do you want to work independently then meet back in an hour?”

  I nodded, and then that was that. Confused and more than a bit bewildered, I saw a new future opening up for me in my mind’s eye. One where I was accepted and left to learn in peace. Where I could have a fruitful, productive discussion when I did feel comfortable enough to speak, and enjoy enriching interaction with those around me.

  That lasted for about ten minutes.

  “Did your dad lay you, or did you come out of your mother’s vagina?”

  If there was anything that could pull me out of research mode, that was it. “Excuse me?” I said, too shocked to comprehend what she was asking me.”

  “Your dad is hier, right? Did he lay you, or did you come out of a human?”

  “I fail to see how that’s relevant.’

  “Well, of course, you wouldn’t. But if you were born from a human, are you really sierr at all? You’re basically just a human with a few color spots and large orbital sockets.”

  I knew I looked stupid with my mouth hanging open and my eyes wide, but my brain simply could not compute that a classmate was trying to assert that I was somehow a different race simply due to how my parents chose how to conceive me. “I am surprised that someone so gifted in biology would think that makes any difference in my genetic makeup.”

  “Yeah, I bet a lot of things surprise you. Like the punchline of a book or basic conversation.” We were starting to attract more attention now. Her minions craned their heads toward us, and I could already see the cold hardness in them. “Answer the question, Jyra. Were you hatched or born?”

  I looked around helplessly, feeling cornered. That’s when I felt a familiar rush, and a ripple opened up in the ceiling, revealing Andi laying on her belly, looking down in concern.

  “What’s going on?” she asked, brows knitted together.

  This time, I couldn’t play our normal game, so I answered her directly. “She wants to know if my mom or dad gave birth to me.”

  “Oh, can mommies and daddies both have babies where you come from?”

  “Yes.”

  “Wow, coolies. So why does she want to know?”

  “She’s asserting that I am somehow inferior due to how I was born. That I’m not actually one of my kind.”

  “Um, hello? I’m talking to you.” Xissa snapped, waving her hand in front of my face. “I know you’re out there, but I thought even you would know that you’re supposed to reply to someone when they ask you a question.”

  “You’re not asking a question, you bug-eyed brat.”

  Normally, I just chuckled at Andi’s comebacks, but this time I repeated it word for word.

  I wish you had been there to see it, and have eyes to actually see, because everyone looked shocked. I never talked back. Ever.

  “What did you say?”

  Andi let out a whoop. “That right, Gee-Gee! You tell her that you’re busy actually learning and don’t have no time for some insecure, racist, bully that probably won’t get past…I dunno…what do you call college stuff around here?”

  “You heard exactly what I said, Xissa. And I’m not going to repeat myself. I have a project I want to get done and do not wish to waste time on a speciesist bully who won’t get past Consulate Secondary Learning.”

  A gasp issued from the crowd around us, but it was Xissa who reacted in an unexpected way. Jumping up from her desk, she swung her arm at me, connecting with my cheek.

  The sound reverberated through the room, and chaos broke loose. The twins ran from the room, screaming for Laquilla, and another student shouted to stand in front of the sensors for the room. Pointless, as multiple elevated heart rates would prompt the teacher to come in physically from the head office. I estimated we had less than a minute.

  But a minute was a long time, and I felt irrational and burning anger rise up in me like it never had before.

  “What the hell?” I heard Andi yell from above. “She hit you? Dude, slug her back.”

  “It’s fine,” I assured her.

  “What’s fine? Or are you talking to no one again? Because you are a no one. Not sierr. Not human. And definitely not right in the head. You’re the one who will never be anything. Your whole life, someone is going to have to take care of you because you’re too stupid to figure out even basic conversation.”

  “Aw, don’t listen to her,” Andi said with venom in her voice. “She’s just a–”

  ‘Vernandi! Where the hell are you?!’

  I watched as she went white. “What’s going on?”

  “It’s him,” she said in a panic, scrambling to her feet. I thought I had felt helpless before. I felt even more insignificant as I watched the scene unfold from below.

  “Can you hide?”

  “What? Wow, you really are crazy, aren’t you? Genetic mutations like yourself are too unstable to be viable.”

  But I ignored Xissa, my eyes locked on the ceiling. “I, uh, I dunno. I… shoot no, he’s at the top of the stairs. Look, I–”

  There was a bang, and I saw my imaginary friend jump.

  “God damn it, Vernandi Elizabeth. I told you to wash the dishes!”

  “They are washed! Didn’t ya see? They’re all stacked on the counter!” Andi cried.

  “This place is a pigsty! Would it kill you to respect the things I work so hard for? Would it?”

  I couldn’t see what that terrible, awful sound was coming from, but it sounded so vile and scarier than anything I could dream up.

  “Yes. I mean no! I’m sorry, I…” She looked down to me. “Why are you still here? I gotta go.”

  “Are you talking to that god damn imaginary friend of yours? I told you, it’s time you grew up! You’re eleven, take responsibility.”

  “She’s not imaginary! She’s just–” Suddenly, a flash of white whipped through the edge of the ceiling, slashing at Andi. I gasped, my hands going to my mouth to cover my gasp. Wherever the spike hit Andi, part of her disappeared, as if it never was. “Ow! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to talk back. She’s not real, she isn’t!”

  “Shut up! You ungrateful brat.”

  Another blinding white streak lashed through my friend, and tears sprang into my eyes. I wanted to help. I wanted to move, to cry out, but all I could do was watch from my spot on the floor.

  Was this hell? I had often heard my parents speak of that place but, I could never qualify it.

  Andi collapsed on the floor, but so much of her was just gone. I realized that she was not actually losing those limbs, but rather that they were systematically being denied from my sight. I was losing her.

  But I couldn’t! I had known her since I was five.

  Andi’s eyes locked on mine, and she gave a weak little smile. “Aw, what’s with the crying? I’ll be fine. I promise.”

/>   “Andi, I can’t see you. You’re going away.”

  “Andi? Who’s Andi?” Xissa screeched. “You’re mental! Completely mental.”

  “I’m just a little tired, it’s hard to keep seeing you. I’m going to have to close my eyes a little, okay?”

  “What is wrong with you, child? It’s not real! Why can’t you accept that it’s not real and stop costing this family with your damn therapy?!”

  More white flashes, and my heart squeezed painfully as Andi’s eyelids slowly closed. “Don’t worry, Gee-Gee. I know you’re real. I’ll always know.”

  “Andi, I–”

  I reached up for her as if I could somehow touch her, save her, give her some reassurance that she wasn’t alone. But a thundering clap sounded from her world, shaking me to my very core. At that, Andi closed her eyes, and disappeared into pitch black.

  I stared there stupidly, tears pouring down my cheeks, as the darkness slowly faded and nothing but the ceiling was left.

  “What is wrong with you, you freak?”

  I looked back down, rejoining reality for the first time in minutes. Logically, I knew it was Xissa in front of me. Just another sierr child with a terrible attitude.

  But I didn’t see that.

  “I…”

  Instead, I saw that awful, violent voice now made physical and suddenly, all my anger coalesced into a violent fog of rage.

  “What’s the matter? Is the quarter-breed having a little breakdown?”

  “I…”

  “Awww, do you need to talk to your human mommy?”

  Internal fire licked up my spine, spreading throughout my whole body. White hot fury flooded through my mind. Logic didn’t matter. Rules didn’t matter. I wanted Xissa to hurt. I wanted Andi back.

  “I said shut up!” I screamed.

  I lunged at Xissa, tackling her over the desks. We crashed to the floor, but I barely registered the impact. All I knew was my little, speckled fists were crashing repeatedly in her face. She was yelling at me and flailing, but I didn’t care. I was enveloped only by the primal need to destroy her.