Mind Readings

Chapter 1

I breath in. 

'This year will be different,' I say to myself. I had problems with people at my old school. I wasn't a violent, mean or unfair person. Just different. 

I have been alone almost all my life. My Mum and Dad died in a road accident two days after I was born. My aunt, Pearl, was the only living family I had. She picked me up from the hospital and I have been living with her every since. We don't have the best relationship. I guess, she just couldn't handle how strange I was. 

I was eight when I found out. At the time I didn't think much of it, before people were starting fighting against it and trying to make it disappear.  I was close to death once. Not an accident. People don't accept me. I have stop telling people now, but they some how figure it out. 

I start walking into the school gates. This time I am certain to keep my secret, a secret. 

'Good morning,' the friendly looking office lady said as I walked through the office door. 

'Yeah, hi. I am new. Is there anything I need? Timetable, or something?' I flicked my mousey blonde hair. 

'What year?' the lady asked. 

'Ten.' 

She disappeared around a corner and five seconds later she was back with a folder. There was a sticky note attached to the file, I couldn't quite see what it said. 'Oh, I'll will be back in a tick,' she said to me once she returned. She entered another door. I could hear a indistinct conversation between the office lady and another women. They both walked out. 

'Hello, you must be Willow Channing, I am the Headmistress of this school, Mrs Indorato.' 

Mrs Indorato was an extremely tall and skinny women. She had thin, jet black hair and gold rimmed glasses that clipped onto the edge of her pointy nose. She seemed to be a fan of floral patterns because she was wearing and black dress with daisies, a red headband with a rose and red high heel shoes with multiple white lilies. 'Nice to meet you, Mrs Indorato,' I reply. 

'I see you have meet Mrs Polly.' 

'Yes.' I agree. Mrs Polly's face looked like a boiled cabbage, her eyes, nose and mouth are almost invisible. She was quite wide and short. Think of "tweedle dee" as a women, add a face full of wrinkles and you are pretty much spot on. 'Willow, can you please step into my office. I need to discuss some things with you.' Mrs Indorato asked. I followed her in.