Even if I am what I am, I still have to go to school.
It's hard, really, to go to school and not be able to tell people of a cute girl in every shade of pink and a crazy talking blossom tree.
But I knew I couldn't.
I couldn't tell anyone anything about it.
When I entered the classroom, I hoped no one would notice my eye...
My hope was lost right away.
"Xavier, what's up with your eye?"
One person asked, walking up to me.
"Yeah, it turned pink!!"
A girl exclaimed, staring at it.
"Did you get contacts in just one eye?"
Everyone started bombing me with questions.
"It's none of your business, now move."
I looked around to see who said such a thing, but everyone scurried away like ants.
Was that me?
'I'm so sorry, sir.. '
I heard someone talking.
I turned around and looked at everyone, but no one had spoken.
It was just my imagination..
'I really am sorry... '
I heard the voice again, but it seemed to echo.
Something was talking to me in my head.
Seemingly, I answered through thought.
"Who are you? Sorry for what?"
I heard a loud and short gasp.
It was the voice.
'I'm sorry for speaking through you, sir... I just tried to help you... '
I remembered the harsh thing I said to get everyone away.
It was him.
"I don't care about that. Who are you?"
Silence came when the teacher entered the classroom, that not even the voice had spoken.
