Sitting down, I notice something, something different. "You okay Shawn?" Mom says. Hi, my name's Shawn, if you couldn't guess already. This, this is a story about how my life changed, within just a couple of hours. "Yeah, it's kinda hot though, what's the temperature at?" Our house isn't usually very hot, but there can be those days where the heater don't want to listen. "You're kinda hot, Shawn? It's perfect downstairs," My room, previously known by my family as the 'warm attic', is upstairs, as foretold by Mom. "No difference. Just as hot as my room," I say. I feel as if I am breaking out in sweat. "You feel ok, Shawn? Your face is,well, your face looks kinda blue," Blue? I head to the nearest mirror and take a look. "Are you feeling ok?" Mom says. "I only feel hot, not like, ill warm, like, sweating in the hot summer hot," Mom goes for the thermometer. "Oh-" Mom has a scared look. "What?" I ask. "We have to go, now!" Before I am rushed out the door, I look at the thermometer. 359.6°F. I am now officially scared. At the hospital, I'm in a room faster than I can remember being in the lobby. "Oh," the nurse examining me has the same look Mom had back home. "This- This is different," the nurse calls in another nurse and they are puzzled about my special

Condition. "Will he be okay?" Mom asks, more scared than I've ever seen her. "I don't know, he seems healthy mentally, but his temperature is lethally high. I'm surprised he isn't dead," hearing that, the normal color flushes from my face. And by normal, I mean that blue tint, stays and, in fact, strengthens. "Shawn, are you ok?" The nurse asks, genuinely concerned. "Y-yeah. I feel fine. Just a little hot, and extremely scared, but, I feel fine. Well, now that I think about it, I had this weird feeling in my back when I woke up, but it's gone now," I reply, scared out of my wits. "Is there any explanation to why his face is blue?" Mom asks. "I'm afraid not. Your best bet is to hope it subsides. I don't think Shawn will be going back to school anytime soon," Well, that's one good thing out of, what, like, ten? Fifteen? "If Shawn starts to feel any hotter or different, bring him here right away. And if his- lethal temperature doesn't subside, come back asap," the nurse says. Well, my life sucks now. Heading home I'm starting to feel better. I'm not hot anymore. Back home, I go for a drink of water, but by the time the glass is up to my mouth, the water's gone. Filling it up again, I'm seeing steam coming off the water. Ok? I let some cold water run and I stick my hand under the cold water. The water hits my

hand, but no water is running off my hand back into the sink. "Mom," I yell. "Yes Sha-" Mom stops mid sentence and immediately picks up the phone and dials 9-1-1. I reach for my Kindle Fire HD. It's perfectly fine, probably. My finger goes for the lock button. I see the familiarly annoying ad lockscreen. Hmm, perfectly fine, odd. I search my apps for Skype and look up my friend in my contacts menu. "Hey Carla..." I type. As she replies, I see Carla has somehow changed her username, CarCarla9. "What's up Shawnie?" She replies. "I'm scared..." "Aww... I'm always right here, baby. What's wrong?" In case you can't tell already, me and Carla are dating. "Please don't freak out when I say this, Carla..." Truthfully, I'm scared to tell Carla. "Did you get a tattoo, Shawnie?" "This is serious, Carla, I could die any second. I have an EXTREMELY lethal temperature. Doctors and nurses are saying that I SHOULD BE DEAD! I have a temperature of 359.6°F. I just need a few comforting words... :,( " "O.o oh my gosh..." That's all she said until I typed "I'm sorry for shouting, Carlabay. It's just that I am extremely scared. I was double thinking of whether or not to tell you... I just wanted to say, love you..." "Are you home?" She says. "Uh, yeah. Why? Don't come over! I dunno how it'll affect you!" After I

Sent that last message, she went offline after saying "Hang tight Shawnie babe" Ohh no. Crap. I am deathly ill and my girlfriend is coming over. Great. "Ding!" Too late. There's the doorbell. "Hi Carla..." Taking a look at me, she has that speechless look, tears in her eyes. "Oh, Shawn," She says, tearfully. She steps forward to give me a hug and I don't see it coming. As she hugs, her grip tightens in a soft, comforting way. "You're warm," she says. Ok... I am officially scared, even more. I evaporate water to the touch, but Carla isn't getting burnt. "Carla-" I start to say, but I just stop and hug back. Sitting on the couch, mom walks in. "Carla! Hi! How are you not getting possible 3rd degree burns?" Oh boy, Mom... "Huh?" "Carla. What I was going to say before you logged out is that I put my hand under freezing cold water, as soon as it touched my hand, it evaporated," "What?" Carla says, shocked. "Come on, follow me," I say, walking into the kitchen. I'm turning on the cold water and after a minute or so, go to put my hand under the running water. I slowly inch my hand forward to the freezing water. I touch the water, and by natural human reaction, yank my hand out from under the water with a hiss. "What happened, Shawn?" Mom asks. "I dunno. I just- don't know,"

I say. "Shawnie, are you messing with me?" Carla says. "No. I wouldn't joke around like this!" As I said that, Mom sticks a thermometer under my tongue and about a few seconds later, the thermometer reads 345°F "It dropped," me and Mom says. "See, I'm not messing with you. I really am deathly hot," "But, how come I didn't feel a dominating heat, but more of an inviting warmth?" I'm stunned. "I- I dunno," "Shawn!" Carla yipes. I look at my hand, and crazy as this day has been, my blue tinted skin is getting a purple hint to it. "Shawnie," Carla says, tearful, going for another hug. This time, she lets go despite my inviting warmth. "You're- Shawn, your skin," I look at my hand and sure enough, my hand is like a midnight purple, alongside the rest of me.