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So, anyway, I’m Jane Doe, obviously, and when my class visited that stupid CERN machine in France or Switzerland or wherever, like, I should never have snuck through the door marked “No Entry” and pressed the button marked “Don’t Press.” I only volunteered for the break to get out of all classes for a week – guess it was my fault for not wondering what sort of overseas trip would appeal to a science teacher.
Anyway, couldn’t they have kept the door locked, or left the big dumb button unmarked and boring? So that’s how I got blasted in that creepy room with a blinding purple ray which made my head tingle and left my breakfast barfed all over the shiny floor. Leaving me to fight lots of evil guys in literature.
Why? Funnily enough, because I’m fighting lots of evil guys in literature, I hardly get a moment to try and work it out. Best guess – the science teacher hates me and set me up. But then all my teachers probably hate me, each after their fashion.
Here we go again…
