So Abigail Reynolds was its name. Maybe I can use that against her. make it give me answers. Who she was. Where she is. How she is able to communicate with me.

I soon left the Library and walked to my locker. I got all my books out that I needed for the next few classes. Math. Social Studies. Science. Literature. All the books were really heavy and I was struggling to carry them all. But I managed. 

Math was really boring. Everything we learned I already knew. You know, Being the nerdiest person in the whole school. Homework took me 10 minutes unlike everyone else taking 30.

Next was Social Studies. That was boring too. And Science. Literature was okay. Lots of reading. Considering reading is like my favorite thing to do it was fun for me. I know a couple people in my class who hate reading and complain about it all the time. 

Next was lunch. Not just any normal lunch. Sitting in the lunchroom at a table with friends was not my lunch. I ate my lunch in the girl's bathroom everyday. Alone, of course. It was a routine. I would get my lunch, hide in the class room till the halls were empty and then walked to the bathroom. 

After lunch I had 3 more classes. Engineering. Language Arts. and Latin. Yes, I took Latin. After I suffered through all those classes it was finally time for me to go to my after school spot. The bell rang and everyone started to pile out of the school,but me. I stayed behind for a couple mins just to be alone. 

Then I left and got my bike so I could ride to the edge of the dome. I decided to go slower then I normally do and take a different route to take in surroundings. It took way longer then ir normally does. About double, but it was nice. 

Eventually, I arrived at the area I sit at. i rested my bike against the tree, and sat down at the other. I took out my homework and started working, patiently waiting for something to happen on the wall. But nothing did. 

I ended up finishing all my homework and was about to get up and leave when she started writing on the wall. I expected something way different then what I got. All she wrote was-

Hi

I got out my notebook and wrote back my response.

I know who you are.

Yes I was straight forward. She responded with.

No, you not

But I knew her name. What else do I need to know? I started to write my response-

What do I not know?

After a couple minutes she responded but this time with and actual sentence.

I'm your great aunt.