Emojis ORGINAL

Lesson with time

*Chasten*

Crud. Crud. Crud, crud and crud.

Never in my live have I screwed up this early in the school year. That girl, Lo, is already looking at me weird. I can't let her in. I can't let anyone see, because I'll become a thing of scientific interest and a lab rat.

I feel like Elsa. Singing the first part of Let It Go. Well, I can't let it go OR let it show. Guess I'll just have to wear gloves the rest of my life and randomly belt out into song.

First period of a new year and I already messed up my chance of blending in, be invisible and not having a hurricane of feelings aimed at me.

I wanted to lay down my head in my desk and shut everything out, but then the teacher would notice.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Lo staring at me. A muscle in my jaw ticked.  Can't she leave me alone?

I turned my focus back to the board only to find a paper airplane on my desk. The jock from earlier was grinning at me madly. Tides of anticipation and dislike crashed into me.

Please not a nickname. Please not a nickname.

Shakily, I opened the note. In side it was scrawled:

Talk to animals much whisperer?

I folded up the note and tucked it into my back pocket, keeping my face smooth.

The jock's anticipation turned into disbelief. If I could read minds, I'm sure it would say something like What? Why didn't he react?

I've have practice. Lots of it. Thank you, I'll take an acting award now.

Although I wish I could say I was unfazed, after all, I've had a lot of practice, but I was still hurt. So much for acting.

The jock was obviously popular, which meant he would spread my new 'nickname' and that would be my label for the whole entire year. I resisted the urge to groan aloud.

Maybe like most bullies, when he saw that it didn't affect me,(on the outside) he would stop. Yeah. He's going to stop when he sees not re- oh no.

Feelings of determination rained down into my skull. I felt a boost of confidence and stubbornness, but in the back of my mind, I knew it was because it was what the jock was feeling.

Ok, he's not like most. Now he is going to make my life harder. Determination= harder to keep in control.

My mind flashed back to a painful memory.

I was in fifth grade and a group of boys had gone to far.

I was backed up against the wall, panting in fear. Hate, anger and vengeance crashed into me.

"Wizard! Stop reading our heads!"

The lead boy shouted, Tommy, shaking his fist in my face. I squeezed my eyes shut, anticipating a punch.

I tried to sort of the tidal waves of emotions drowning me. Among the hate, anger and vengeance, was unwillingness. I tried to pinpoint the source.

The fifth boy in the group was hanging back, and wasn't relishing the action as much as the other boys. I struggled to remember his name. Alex, right?

My eyes found his.

"Please." I whispered.

He shook his head.

"How do you do it? How-" Tommy hit me with each word."Do. You. Do. It. TELL ME!" He shouted, losing patience.

I wanted the pain the stop. Just like when I was six, tears were streaming down my face and a headache was beating my brain to bits.

I couldn't think clearly. Pain made me want to cry. The hateful emotions I felt towards myself, I wanted them to stop.

So of course I had to do something stupid.

"I'm not a wizard!" I cried out.

"Then what are you?" Tommy said sneering.

"I-" gulping, I pushed through," I can feel your emotions."

It was like everyone took a dose of lidocaine. Complete numbness spread through me. Even with out my ability, I could tell that the other boys were shocked.

Then, like all medications do, they fade away. In its place, uncontrollable fear took its place.

"Ge-Get away from us!" Tommy said, shaking.

My fifth grade year old self didn't understand what as going on.

"It's ok, I'm just like you." I said reaching out to rest my hand on leader's shoulder.

He jerked back, and started backing away, holding his hands up as if I was some kind of animal.

I stood there, dumbstruck, as the terrified bullies turned and bolted away.

From that day forward, the whole fifth grade gave me a wide berth. No one sat by me, no one talked to me, no one touched me. It was as if I had the plague.

And now, staring back at that jock, I felt the same way I did when I was in fifth. Cornered, afraid and one message engraved in my mind: Never lose control.

Lose control. Like I was a wild animal needing to be tamed.

I snorted, and but my lip when Lo's head snapped towards me.