Chapter 19

'It's time to wake up, Melvin.'

"Who are you?"

'You know I hate failures.'

"WHO ARE YOU?!"

'I am you. You're me. We're...'

"Melvin!"

He jolted awake to Miracle's breaths brushing past his skin. He pulled back his arm, retreating from her whisper at once.

Too close.

'A dream?' he thought.

Glancing around, he realized that the lesson was still going on. And he, was still in class.

Their literature teacher, Mr. Sam, didn't notice that one of his students had just woken up from a doze. He was so engrossed in copying the notes onto the whiteboard with his calligraphy handwriting. The extra curve he put on the letter "F" had turned it into a "P" in everybody's eyes except his own; the missing dot on the "i" made it seem like it was joined with the next letter "n", forming an "m". He claimed it was stylish when it was just a bunch of messy chains of alphabets grouped together to form words.

Melvin dropped his eyes back on Miracle, the deskmate he requested to be with on his first