I don't know how long it was before the growling of my stomach outweighed the urgency to learn about my condition. I closed the book I was reading and returned it to the case holding the other tomes. I slid it underneath the bed and went downstairs to raid the fridge. I glanced at the clock on the microwave and my jaw dropped. Could it really be two in the afternoon? I opened the fridge and looked at the contents and absolutely nothing looked appealing. I smacked my lips and grabbed a few of the plastic containers to see what mysteries they held.

I heard my mom come down the...