Welcome back to a new part of Parallel Slip, where we follow the
adventure of Frederique through her slip in different parallel
universes.
Let's start right where we left off
last week.
"Well, not really
because it was unfair for me to have seen it already if I took it
again as if I was in the mood to check the
answer after waking up at the hospital, and some parents complained
that I had easier exams due to my disabilities if I ever missed them.
Which shouldn't even matter as there isn't any competition where the
ranking matters, they only care about the total grades on an
individual level, then you can try to explain it to people and they
are not going to believe you."
"Yeah, my parents
wouldn't believe you we had ranking at home," Amy said.
"As if the knowledge
getting in one kids head had any chance to have been stolen from
another," I said.
"I totally believe
Alex stole everything from me," Amy said frowning.
"While you gain the
right to do the dishes," I said.
She laughed. But I knew
that wasn't funny.
"He could get out of
it saying he had homework to do," Amy said, "They would ask
for me to do it, we were in the same class. If he had homework, I had
the exact same amount of work to do."
"Then why?"
"I don't know.
Because I'm a girl? Because I can be married and be an housewife?
Because I didn't mind having a part time job during school year when
he only had one during the holidays? I don't know, maybe all of it.
Maybe because I didn't seem as serious as he was about study."
"But you still have
a plan and something you really want to do," I said.
"Something I can't
voice because they would ridicule me over it."
I let myself down against
the pillow on my wall. There was nothing like in my family, I never
had a brother except Jonas who I never met before recently. Even when
I traveled to other world, there was only me as a unique child. It
suddenly seemed a bit strange. There were world where my parents
where still together, why did they never had another child? Why did
they all have only me? I wondered if I had been wrong all along, if
my black out travels weren't a construction of my subconscious to
pretend I wasn't sick, just dreams and projection of my own
subconscious and imagination. That was scary. If that was true,
everything I knew until then was just a lie and I was just a lie too.
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