My father made me go to school even though the thought of my mother kills me inside. Friends kept asking me what's wrong and I just pushed them to the floor. No one told the teacher about any of this. When I got to class, three minutes later a new kid shows up. "Oh great another kid in my life," I whispered to myself.
The boy introduced himself. "My name is Jay Hunter." He strongly said and by then I already knew him well. See I have a gift that no one knew because I thought they would make fun of me. I have the talent of seeing people a different way from everyone else. Most of the time it scars me to death, but this one did not.
The fact that Jay strongly said that in front of the class stated that he was confident. His necklace had a picture of him and his mother, and not a father stated that they were divorced or the father couldn't handle it.
Jay had to sit next to me in class. It turns out we had a lot in common. We became friends, but I saw him more as a friend. I didn't want him to be my friend. I want him to be something else in my life...
