Saturday 24th June------

Karle had given me one last chance, although he still didn't quite understand who I was. He accepted me. That's all I needed. That's all I expected. We were no longer dating, and it was a little awkward talking to him at moments. But I was honest with him, he knew the real me know. It was what I needed. But little did I know Karle would be the key to all my problems....

The Epiphany------

Now everything was out in the open, I had to try and break out of this world I was in. But how? I questioned, sitting in the lecture room for my final lesson of the day. And before you ask, yes I have college on a Saturday; it sucks I know. The professor was groaning on about particles as usual, dressed in his finely polished, capped leather shoes, grey tuxedo and silver bow tie. As I, sitting in the back row of our cramped auditorium gentley tapped my head back and fourth on the wall I leaned against. Hoping by some miracle a solution would just "pop" into it and I would be released from this repetitive world. But I got nothing apart from a minor concussion and I gave up.

Reaching into my rugged bag, unbuckling the straps to gain entry, I pulled out the little journal I had kept in the side pocket and just sat there doodling. You didn't actually expect me to listen to the professor did you? I mean I get it I'm the lazy student who doesn't really care about their grades, but I've listened to this man say the same things over hundreds of times before. I could have probably have run the lecture myself if I had to! But anyway, I'm not much of a person for quotes and all, but you know the saying, 'when you stop looking for something you find it' well in my case as I sat there that day it came true....

And as I went through my journal, flipping the slightly creased pages (looking for one not obliterated with drawings), out fell the tightly folded photo. Me smiling awkwardly into the camera, wearing my infamous mauve hoodie whilst sitting on the same creaking chair I was the day Karle met me. I felt the warmth radiating of the picture, reminding me of the innocence of that moment. When Karle just saw me as the girl he liked. Not the confusing freak I am now. I suddenly felt strange, like something had dropped to the pit of my stomach and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't get rid of it. I guess I missed the old us.

"Karle Green" The vice principle barged into the room via the double doors disturbing my moment of solitude, and demanding Karle at her office immediately.

And then it hit me. The epiphany.

She can talk to Karle right? And no one else but one can. What's the difference between her and all the others who ignore Karle? I don't remember her.... So she couldn't have been at this school on the day of my accident. Meaning she won't be in the yearly book album. Meaning she isn't  frozen in time. Meaning she must be a  'normal'!

I clenched the picture in my hand, stuffing it into my pocket. I shoved the rest of my belongings into my bag, grabbed my jacket and raced out to the library. Meeting Karle in the hall way, I was grinning profusely as he was dragged tightly by the arm into Mrs. Office.

Once I reached the library I treadled quietly, trying not to draw too much attention to myself. After all, the librarian could talk to Karle too, so perhaps she might try to prevent me finding out the truth about her and the vice principle. As I sneaked further into the room I felt a rush of adrenaline pulsating through my veins, I was going to uncover something! I was going to end this! I was going to set myself free! The delusion blinded me and being the clumsy person I was, I tripped, sending myself flying into several neatly stacked pills of books- crashing to the ground with a thud.

"What have you done!" Miss Marget Huim bellowed. She had rushed out to see what all the commotion was about, she confronted me on the floor.
"You have ruined it all, ruined it all! Do you have any idea how long that took to organise?" She screeched.
I gazed down at the arm I had fallen onto, lying beneath I read '1925's Year Book', stamped boldly onto the velvet cover.

"I'm so sorry." I pleaded, trying convincingly to show sorrow and not the smile breaking its way onto my face to express my relief. I had found the book I needed so desperately. I had evidence to show to Karle. The lady glared down at me examining my expression, whilst grinding her teeth and forming fists by her side to show her agitation. Oh man she's gonna hit me isn't she? I thought. Funnily enough at the time I had no plan on moving, so if she had hit me I would have been knocked clean out. Trying to divert her I scrapped together some words.
"At least I didn't damage your back room!" I pointed behind her releasing a natural smile. She turned her head sharply, aligning it with my hand. It wasn't a lot of time but I had enough. I grabbed the book, slipping it into my bag then I belted out the door. My hand wrapping around the archway so I was able to turn without colliding with anything or slowing down. I was quick, yet I could still feel her icy eyes on my back.

I had to get to Karle. Show him what I had found.

I hope it will help me, after all I went through so much to get hold of this photo book. I couldn't find Karle today, since he went into the office I haven't heard from him. I hope he is alright. But for now I need to focus on finding a way to show him the pictures tomorrow, and still avoid the 'normal's'....
Wish me luck....