Bathed, decorated, and clothed. We are prepared to interact with other young mortals. We have practiced speaking in the mirror and remember the average communication style this mortal had previously spoken. We will now venture to school to unite with our companions to better understand mortal relations. There appears to be moisture falling from the sky. Rain, as they call it. Our memory only recalls wearing heavier clothing for this. Is that not unhealthy for mortals? I suppose we shall do as this mortal did to prevent suspicion.

The cool water falls on us. We are wearing hooded over wear, yet we are uncomfortable. Why would this mortal put themselves through this voluntarily? We walk faster in hopes to arrive sooner. As we step around our final bend, the school becomes visible. We begin running to escape the rain. At last, we’ve arrived! Such a short venture feels like an eternity when discomforted. As we step inside, one of our companions grabs us, wrapping their arms around our body. I believe this is called a hug.

“Oh my god! I got your message last night! Thank God you’re okay!” We had messaged this person something? This is not in our memory. We should relieve their worries. “We’re fine! Everything is alright!” The individual steps back. They’re wiping tears from their face. “Sorry! I’m just so happy you didn’t do anything dumb!” Hmm… this one worries heavily for our health. Brown hair, dark skin, thin figure. This one must be the best friend known as Nia. If only they knew what this individual has done…

“We’re sorry! We didn’t mean to send that message!” Speaking is so much easier when we can utilize the memories of how it is done. We can do this! “If you say so.” Nia says as they regain their composure. “I just hope things don’t get bad in class.” Their words… they must be speaking of something the mind is repressing. It seems to be some kind of potential social altering event. Let us hope it doesn’t affect our experience in this new life.

We travel together through the school to our learning quarters… classroom… Upon arrival, there were many younger mortals inside, already sitting in chairs with small tables attached. There is also an older mortal at the front writing on a white board with a colorful ink dispenser… marker… They all seem quite interested in our arrival as they all seem to look at us intently. As we glance into the eyes of the young mortals, we see particular expressions of disinterest and disgust. This must also pertain to the events we cannot recollect.

“Glad you could finally join us. Don’t be late next time! Take a seat!” The educational instructor seems quite hostile to out late arrival. Perhaps his attitude would be different had he known this mortal was dead mere hours ago. We sit in a seat second row from the front next to Nia. We begin listening to the instructor. Their lesson seems quite basic. Educating young mortals of increasing and decreasing numbers seems quite important. There are many things that utilize that concept in this world.

We heard the individuals speaking behind us. They had been talking of this mortal. (Did you see what she did?) (I saw! So gross!) We know not what they speak of, but it sounds as though we’ve done something regarded as “disgusting.” This may be another thing that may affect our study. Should we speak in defense of ourselves despite not knowing what it is? The individual in front of us is reaching their hand back with a piece of paper between their fingers. Is this meant for us?

We take the paper. It says “Jessica.” We believe this is this bodies name. We open the paper. It says “We saw your picture. Nice tits.” We believe “tits” refers to breasts. What does this individual mean? Had they seen us in an unclothed photograph? Suddenly, an image in our mind had revealed the moment in question. We had seen ourselves in front of a mirror taking an unsightly photo with our coverage raised.

We had now seen a portion of the repressed memory and it brings us immense shame. There is now a chemical imbalance in this body that is signaling us to be sad. Perhaps this was the reason why this mortal had enforced the rule on their self. We must… do as this mortal would before… or should we… do as we see is the correct course of action? We hold the paper in our palm, thinking carefully on our decision. We crush the paper in our palm, crumpling it into a ball.

This changes the chemical imbalance in our body into a rush. This is… excitement… anger… we feel empowered by such a simple act. As if their opinion had no meaning. The shame has washed away. Now…

We are us!