Miss Harrington's School For Special Girls

~Chapter 1~

I walk down the disgusting halls of Myrtle High, only to get stares and whispers from classmates. I have to go through the same stares and whispers every day but I've gotten used it by now. I've always been known as the cooky girl, a freak, a weirdo, or even a satanist or a witch but I'm not either of the last two things. But I can't help what I am. Even though I never told anyone they've all figured out that something is off about me.

I am psychic

I've known I was different ever since I was young. I've always known what would happen next like who would get in trouble at school, when the teacher wouldn't come to school and we would have a sub, etc.

Back in Myrtle High I made it to my locker. Although I still have a few people still staring but I can get rid of them. I've trained myself over the years to scare people away. It's actually pretty amusing.

I put all my books back into my locker and slam it shut. I turn around and close my eyes and I mumble some jibberish, nonsense words, pretending to cast a "spell" on them. I open my eyes to find them gone, when I look to my left I see them running down the hallway. I smile and laugh a little to myself. Then I swing my bag over my shoulder and head out.

I get to the school parking lot to find that my car has been vandalized, which I knew was going to happen. In the back window of my car the word FREAK is spray painted in big red letters. Although to bad for the vandals I've come prepared because this is not the first time this has happened. I go in my car and open the glove box and get my paint remover spray. I go around the back side of my car and spray the back window and the paint is gone.

I step in my car and start it. I back up and then drive out of the school parking lot.

When I get home my cat Walter greets me by rubbing against my legs and purring. I pet him and then walk up the stairs to the kitchen. To find my mom cleaning the counter tops.

My mom doesn't work because my dad owns his own company so he makes a good amount of money so my mom doesn't have to work. Besides she doesn't mind it because she feels someone should take care of the house.

My mom asks "How was your day?" I just respond with "Fine." because really nothing special ever happens.
Then I get the whole "You always say your day was fine is something wrong?" I respond with " No mom just nothing ever special really happens."

I turn down the hallway into my room and I hang my bag on a hook and get out my books and start my homework. After awhile I finally finish my homework. I hear my mom call for dinner and I head down to the kitchen and sit at the table. For once my mom puts something good on the table, which would be steak. My dad comes down the hallway out from his bedroom and sits down at the table and my mom joins him.

"So how was school?" My mom answers for me "Fine." She says in a mocking tone. I say to her "Oh shut up." I give her an annoyed glare and she laughs to herself. "So just fine." My dad continues. Again my mom answers for me "Just nothing ever special really happens." Then I go "Oh my god." Again she laughs to herself. Then my dad goes on about his work that bores me to death and then dinner is over.

After dinner there is a few more hours before bed so I just lay down watch a little Netflix on my laptop. By then it's 11:00 and both my parents are asleep. So I put my laptop away and quietly open my closet and reach to the top shelf to a locked box which holds my journal. I keep a prediction journal where I write all my predictions for the next day It's just a little ritual I do before bed. I put in the code into the lock which is 1-0-3-1 which is my birthday 10/31, yes I was born on Halloween. The box opens and inside I find my journal which I made and decorated myself. It has moons, stars and a crystal ball on it. I open the journal to a new page write tomorrow's date and then the predictions come flowing to me.

All of a sudden I can't think. I start going in a panic. I start freaking out, but I have to keep quiet, I have to pretend nothing is wrong.