Mitchéll took deep breath as he tried to ignore the pain of his headache. Maybe that will help gravity take its course again. He hadnt recalled when the last time this had happened. Now all his lab experiment was stuck in the air—-and so was he. He gave up on trying to leave the room, he was on the other side of the door. Now it was him, his potions that will definitely break when gravity strikes ...

Michelle couldn’t go back now. She wish she just went with Kenneth and Vela to the park. Maybe they could have gotten fried chicken from a store or something. But no, she just chose to make grits. Those grits that burned on a gas stove. A gas stove she forgot to turn on a vent. The gas got her, sent her into a deep sleep.

Now she’s sitting on the couch, her sundress slightly wrinkled, her hair a ...