You can’t stay unchanged after you see what I saw. You can’t start a barbeque party behind your house, smile into faces of your guests. The smoke ...akes you remember, and you can’t laugh when you remember. Psychiatric help… my ass… The only way to forget is to get brainwashed, which I don’t want. What I’ve seen made me the Iron Lord, leader of Iron Wolves. How many lives I saved after that?With crust-like memories forming a confining armor around me, I had forgotten –no, I had given up- my. But my skin felt untouched, and the blisters that had formed beneath my feet were gone. Even my parched throat was something of the past. While I would have liked to believe my journey through the sandy wasteland was a dream, I knew it wasn’t.I took a moment to study my surroundings. The décor was similar to most earth houses—I still had no idea which planet I was on—yet there were a few subtle differences. For example, the house seemed to have been built for dogs instead of humans. Speaking of. Gemma sat up and looked in the direction Willow pointed. "Fuck!" she thought. It was Aaron, her high school crush. She hadn't seen or heard from him in five years, but damn he still had a little bit of a hold over her. Short blonde hair, blue eyes, muscular in a way that wasn't intimidating and still with that sweet smile that would make her high school self tingle all over. She knew he hadn't seen her yet, so she adjusted herself and laid back down. As soon as she thought he'd finally passed. ”Jesse pulled the door closed with a soft click and hurried down the hall toward Ms. Angel’s office. As he reached for the door handle Rika said,“Knock first! Ms. Angel never likes for anyone to barge in on her!”“Oh. Yea, right.”Jesse planted two quick knocks on the massive door and was rewarded with a muffled ‘Come in.’ Jesse turned the handle and stepped inside, the massive mahogany door clicking shut behind him. Ms. Angel’s head was down over some papers on her desk and she absentmindedly.