Look, I don't have long. But what you need to know is I'm innocent. I swear I'm not guilty of murder. I, Justin Hillberry am innocent of the murder of Gavin Johnson. At least, I think I am. The thing is, I'm not me. I'm just your ordinary 15-year-old kid, trying to make it through the hellish high school in Queens. But overnight, something happened. Something weird, it was an ordinary day. But at night the demons came to play. When I woke up I was still me. I just wasn't. I had been teleported to what I'm going to call is an alternate dimension. I know I sound crazy, but sometimes life is just that.

I don’t have enough time to tell you the full story, I’ll just start from a couple of days before the incident.

It was a normal Tuesday morning. The term had just started at Maspeth high. I wasn’t in any particular clique or group. It was mostly me, I mean I knew some kids in my classes but I wouldn’t call any of them friends really. I felt nervous, didn’t know why. It’s just these halls I reassured myself. Winter break had just ended, Christmas was never a good time for me. At least four years ago it stopped being so merry.

A bell interrupted my thoughts, right school. I had to head to English, I knew that I couldn’t be late. I reached room 103, it was always close to the entrance. I took my usual spot in the middle, unnoticeable to the eye. Most people would sit in the back, but that was too obvious. The middle made you look like you were interested but not overeager. English was my least favorite class, not because the class bored me. I actually liked the subject, but my teacher Mr. Drake, well he was a bully. He picked on kids if they stuttered, and if they actually managed to get an answer out he’d yell at you if you were wrong. Overall he was a horrible teacher.

Class started, and because Mr. Drake was an asshole he decided to give us a pop quiz. It was all about MLA format. So we had 20 minutes to do a 12 question quiz.

Once the quiz was over, he went over something boring. The bell finally rang, only 7 more periods and the day would be over.

I was in Algebra 2 when the bell excused us all to lunch. Lunch was, well it was okay. As I said, I don’t really have friends. So, as I was eating my cold ham and cheese sandwich, I was pretty surprised when a kid in my chemistry class came and sat next to me. No hello’s no how are you’s. They just sat there. I think her name was Calypso? She just plopped down next to me and started eating.

“Um, hello?”

“Hello,” I looked at her, she was kind of short. She had black hair that curled at the ends. We just sat there and ate. Suddenly she turned to me and smiled, “I guess you could say we have… chemistry.”

I snorted, although I didn’t know her I was never one to back down from a challenge, “If there was no gravity on this planet, I’d still fall for you.”

Apparently, she wasn’t expecting this because she choked, she just smiled at me and said: “Hey, I’m Calypso.”

With that brief conversation, the bell rang and I ran off to Spanish, but I kept Calypso in mind.