Do you have a secret?
Well, I do. I know all of us do have a secret. But do you ever wonder why?
Anyway, I'm Mystic, Mystic Forthright. A lot of people say I'm strange but I can't blame them for saying that. If probable, I don't talk. I enjoy staring at nothing. I love being alone and silence is music to my ears.
Until one day, all of that changed. Little by little, I changed.
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The moment I woke up, the first thing I saw was my diary. It was located at the table beside my bed. I don't remember putting it there, and I don't remember coming to my room either.
These things are not new to me, I easily forget things but not everything. In some cases, I remember them later but others, I just ignore.
I did all the necessary things I had to do and went straight to school. The moment I entered the gate, I had this feeling that something will happen.
I'm in High School now and I know that this wouldn't be easy for me...... again. Since middle school, I never had friends, some tried to be friendly towards me but they ended up with nothing. I want it that way too, now that I'm in High School.
When the bell rang, I was already sitting in the classroom I was assigned in. It was quite mute inside the classroom. But some made friends already, just pathetic. It was time to introduce ourselves, choose the clubs we were going to attend and I'm the next one to talk. I didn't actually want to talk but I needed to.
"I'm Mystic Forthright and I still haven't decided what club I'll be joining" the moment I said those words, all eyes were on me. That made me feel uncomfortable but I just ignored. The adviser didn't seem to care and proceeded to the next person.
The class ended colorless. I got all my things and went straight to my locker. I've put some of my things in it and walked in the hallway. I prefer to be alone than with someone who just pretends.
While I was walking, the number of people in the hallway were multiplying and it was becoming less mute. I decided to go back but when I turned, I bumped into something............I mean, someone.
