I Know What You're Thinking

Chapter 7

I wake up to the sound of bird's tweeting quietly.

The sun is only just rising so i'm engulfed in darkness.

It's peaceful, at first. Until I remember what happened yesterday.

Poor mum.

I don't even know who's home. I fell asleep before their argument ended so I don't know what happened.

I curl up into a ball and try to listen. Mum's half asleep thoughts enter my brain.

I can't believe him.
Me neither mum.

Poor Cordi, having to deal with that.
Aww 

He's packed up all of his stuff and he took the caravan.
This is news to me. 

He took the caravan?

He's gone?

He just took off. After all I did for him, he left.

Poor mum. 

Mum's thoughts start to fade, as she falls asleep again, but one last one fills me with sadness.

He didn't even say goodbye to Cordi, and I doubt she'll ever see him again.

Is she right?

Will I ever see him again?

Did he just take off?

Do you think i'll ever see him again?

Do I want to? I don't know.

I lie in bed until the persistent beeping of my alarm clock tells me it's time to get up. I force myself to at least start getting ready. I get dressed and try to tame my hair. Just as i'm on the verge of breaking down into tears, I remember something.

There's another mind reader at my school, and I need to find him.

I'm filled with motivation, and I finish getting ready quickly. I'm about to leave when mum walks into the hallway.

"Cordelia? Are you ok? You can stay home today if you want?" She offers. Normally I would jump at the chance to stay home, but I need to find him.

"I'm fine. I have some things to do at school today so i'd better go. Love you, bye." I run out the door, determined to not miss the bus. 

This time, I don't trip over and I take my seat without an issue. I start running people's thoughts through my head, but none of them match the right voice.

So the mindreader isn't on my bus. Great.

Before long, the bus pulls up in front of the gates of the school. Inside my head is a cacophonous amount of thoughts and voices. This is going to be hard. Maybe i'll find him in the class we have together.

I check my schedule, but I don't have that class today, meaning their's no guarantee that i'll be anywhere near the other mindreader today.

My body buzzes with impatience and anticipation. The sooner I find this guy, the better.

I see Evelyn getting things out of her locker. She turns to me and grins.

"Cordelia! Hello!"

"Good morning Evelyn."

She smiles and then pulls a book out of her locker. "So i've been reading this book and it's making me think. Can I ask you a question?" She says.

"Sure." I reply, wondering what her question is.

"What do you think about mind-readers?"

My blood runs cold and all colour drains from my face. 

Have I really been this obvious?

Have I really given myself away this easily?

I've only known Evelyn for three days.

Has she figured out in three days, what no-one has figured out in 18 years?

"Cordelia?" Her voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Yes?"

"I don't think mind-reader's exist. I don't know about what you think but that's what I think. Oh no you've gone pale. I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you, I mean it is kind of scary to think that there could be people out there who are well......... not human." She rambles.

The last part of her sentence sticks in my head.

Am I not human?

If i'm not, what am I?

I don't know and I don't know if I want to find out.

The bell rings and Evelyn runs away. I make my way to my classroom. I have art, which is nice.

"Hello class." A woman wearing a floral dress claps her hands. She instructs us to draw whatever we want. I sit in the back of the room and sketch the rough outline of a woman's head. I fill the top of her head with flowers. The flowers pile up on top of her head and they spill out.

The flowers are like people's thoughts.

They fill my head and leave no room for anything else.

Which isn't fun.

At all.

I sit for the rest of the class adding detail to my sketch and listening to the thoughts running in my mind, scanning them for the mind reader.

I hate art. I don't know why I got put in it.
I wonder who that is.

I'm hungry is this class nearly over?
Yep, only ten minutes left.

Hello.
What? Who is that?

Who are you?

Oh. My. Word. Is this the other mind reader? Is he communicating with me.

Yes, I think I am communicating with you.
OH MY GOSH

Haha. You seem excited.
Yes, this is going to sound creepy but i've been searching for you all morning.

I've been looking for you too.
Really?

Yes really.
I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe you exist.

I feel the same way about you.

The bell rings and interrupts my telepathic conversation with the other mind-reader. Unfortunately, he didn't think of his name or his class or anything like that, so I still can't find him, but now I know he definitely exists.

I start to pack up my stuff and the teacher walks over.

"Morning Cordelia. You looked very focused today. Can I see what you drew?" She asks and I nod, so she turns the paper to face her. "Very good detail Miss. Pike."

"Thank you." I reply.

She continues to inspect the paper, but then turns to me with a perplexed look on her face.

"I've been admiring your work but I cannot figure out what it's about for the life of me."

I go to answer, but a voice above me makes me look up.

"I think her drawing is about thoughts." The voice announces. Recognition flashes across his face, and I know my face looks the same.

I've found him.

I've found the other mind-reader.

A/N

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- blue_budgie52