I'm stunned for a second at the fact that I'm not the only one who hears voices. "How long have you heard them?" I quickly ask.
"Well I don't hear many, I only hear one, but it motivates me to do what I do."
"Well mine aren't that way. One tells me to hate everyone because of others in my past, and another tells me to try and be friendly to people. There is one more, but he doesn't speak often, but he likes to say things that torture my mind."
"Wow, I have only heard one voice and voice and you have 3."
"No there are many more, but they don't speak often either I can differentiate them."
"Well that can't be good to hear all the time"
"You eventually get used to it." Then we reach in front of the Spanish classroom, surprisingly there where a lot of people wanting to learn it. I walk into the classroom to meet the teacher. "Come on just leave, no one cares about what you do."
"Your wrong for once Sammy, true mine is different from the others." I reach the teacher and introduce myself to her. Mrs... I mean Señora Kassetra is what she is called in the class. I walk back to finish the guide of the school knowing for once I'm not alone.
