The bell that signified the end of lunch cried out, and over six hundred students began to drag themselves back to class. Even though Aimi was with Jessica for the entirity of lunch, she didn't have much to say. The sound of Jessica speaking drifted through her ears but didn't sink into her brain. Just like background noise. Aimi got back to class and sat back down. Everyone was back in class. Everyone except for Stephen. Suddenly, Aimi's eye started to burn, a searing flame lighting itself in the back of her head. She cltuched her face with her hand, as if it was going to blockout the pain. She couldn't focus on anything and class was about to start. She looked around the class. Everyone was busy either taking down notes or not paying attention. Aimi couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if a thousand eyes were centered on her. Panic started to set in and Aimi felt like she was choking, suffocating. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to get out.

Aimi charged out of class like a bullet leaving the barrell of a gun. She sprinted down the hallway, not stopping for anyone. She reached the end of the hallway and grabbed onto the railing of the staircase. She flew up the stairs, taking two steps at a time. By the time she climbed four sets of stairs and got out onto the roof, Aimi was gasping for air. She pushed herself against the door and used it as a support to keep her upright. Slowly, she slid down the door and tucked her knees into her chest and her head into her knees. Aimi couldn't figure out what was going on. Ever since she saw Stephen this morning, everything felt off, everything around her felt stale and dull. 

"So it is you," A voice said. "You're the other one..."

Aimi's head snapped upwards, she scanned the area to see who was there. She saw no one, but she was certain she heard someone. Aimi stood up and walked around the roof. No one was up here. It was just her. The burning feeling in her eye returned, and this time it was to most agonizing feeling in the world. Aimi buckled to her knees and started coughing and spluttering. The edges of her vision were going blurry and black, but Aimi was determined not to pass out. She focused on her favourite subject. Science. She quickly started to think of different equations and phrases to help keep her focus. Aimi looked up one more time. This time someone was there. It was Stephen. Something about him felt off though. He was someone only met today, but it felt like she had known him all her life, like they were connected.

"It seems that youstill don't have full control over your eye yet." Stephen said. "No worry, you'll gain control over it soon."

"Where did you come from?" Aimi asked. "And who are you?"

"I believe you already know who I am, you just don't know it yet, but my identidy isn't your priority, controlling your eye is."  Stephen said.

Aimi couldn't figure out what Stephen was saying. She was still kneeling on the ground,her hand was clutched over her eye again, the stabbing pain wasn't letting up and Aimi couldn't stand it anymore. If this was going to be part of her life from now on, she didn't want it. She didn't want to suffer this pain forever. Aimi looked around and saw that there was a shard of glass to the right of her. She reached across and grabbed hold of it. She was holding it as tightly as she could and brought it towards her face. Aimi held it right in front of left eye, just centimeters away. She could also see the blood trickling from her hand onto the ground. Aimi took a deep breath and jabbed the glass into her eye and let out an ear piercing scream. Everything was blurry and Aimi couldn't make out a single thing. She couldn't even see where Stephen had gone off too. Aimi stood back up and dropped the piece of glass that she was holding. She could feel the blood run from her eye down her cheek and onto her neck. She stumbled around the roof top and everything got darker and darker until everything went black and Aimi felt herself falling.

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Aimi woke up in a cold sweat, panting heavily. She looked around and saw that she was in the nurse's office at school. She looked out the window and saw that the sun was setting, how long was she asleep? Aimi remembered that she was on the rood and that she had impaled her eye with a piece of glass. She raised her hand to her face and felt around her eye. It was there, and her vision wasn't blurry when she looked out of it. 

"Was it just a dream?" Aimi said to herself. "It felt too real for a dream."

"That's because it wasn't a dream, you really did shove a piece of glass into your eye." 

Aimi spun her  head and saw that Stephen was standing at the door.

"If  that was real, how come I still have both my eyes?" Aimi asked.

"I guess you could say it's magic." Stephen said.

"That's stupid. There's no such thing as magic." Aimi said.

"That much is true." Stephen said. "Except for the the power of Schrodinger."

"The power of Schrodinger? Just what are you harping on about?"

"Ever hear about Schrodinger's cat? The paradox about a cat being in a locked box with a broken flask of poison, and no one is sure if the cat is dead or alive until the box is opened?" Stephen asked.

"Yeah, Erwin Schrodinger came up with it as a form of describing quantum superpostion. But why does that matter?" Aimi said.

"It's how we exist, in order for a Schrodinger holder to exist, they must experience death, but also experience life at the same time." Stephen said.

"But that isn't possible. You can't be dead and alive at the same time." Aimi said. 

"No one knows that, people can only be found dead or alive, and when someone finds them, that's when the superposition ends. Although that rule only applies for normal humans. You can only be both if another Schrondinger holder finds you." Stephen explained. "And it appears that one had found you." 

Stephen explained the rest of the situation to Aimi and she wasn't sure what to think of it. From what she could figure out, she was now a schrodinger holder, and possed the power of a Schrodinger, which meant that she could see things that other people cannot. Explain phenomena that people cannot. The price of it however, came at a great cost. She would eventually be outcasted and isolated, left to travel through life on her own. She would experience pain that no one knew imaginable.