Yuki's Daily Life as Your Average Mind Reader

Of breaking fourth walls of badly written school assignments and gay bullies

' He's so cute with those untied shoelaces. ' said Big Bad Bully Bill as he attempted to step on my untied shoelaces. Or maybe he thought it... after a while it just meshes together. "Ahahaha, good one Bill." laughed
B.B.B.Bill's totally-not-stereotypical sidekick, Chuck. They both looked just
like you'd expect the bully of some teen RomCom to look: like 30-year olds overacting their interpretation of 15-year olds for some money. If I didn't know any better, I'd say I live in some high schooler's badly written English assignment, but that would be ridiculous.

I'm not nearly interesting enough to be a main character... well, apart from the fact that I can read minds, which apparently isn't a common, everyday skill. I was born with the ability, and, at a young age, I tried to tell people about it after realizing it wasn't normal, but even my parents didn't believe me, thinking I was being influenced by TV or that I had learned a magic trick at school. Back then, this made me very sad, and I cried for quarter of a day to my babysitter in my blanket fort (which was really just a table I had thrown a blanket on) until she appeased my worries with a few carefully selected words of advice: "Yuki, sometimes there are things better to be kept to oneself; you can't force people to see what you see, or believe what you
believe." which would have been inspiring, if not for her constant thoughts of finding a way to shut me up and quit babysitting for good.

And now, I'm a teen in high school who hates everyone, since that's what teens in high school do. I mean, it's hard not to judge people when my mind reading makes me privy to Nerd Lu's fantasies about our science teacher, and Cute Girl Nessa's constant turmoil about the size of her nose, and average guy Alex's constant turmoil about weather Cute Girl Nessa likes him as much as she dislikes her perfectly sized nose.