Emojis ORGINAL

Research

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Once I rounded the corner, I broke out into a sprint.

A million thoughts whirled through my head. Was I wrong? No. I couldn't be. I had to be right. If I wasn't, that was really embarrassing.

But something in his face...

I pushed ahead, desperate to find answers. I passed his cruddy neighborhood, stores then finally my house in the mediocre neighborhood.

I slowed down and walked to the door, holding a stitch in my side. I yanked open the screen door and unlocked the heavy wooden door.

I was about to turn the corner and go to my room, but my stomachs took the wheel and steered me to the kitchen.

"Hi mom." I said, pulling out a granola bar.

"Hi peaches, who was your day?" She asked.

I shrugged and bolted out of the kitchen. Kicking my shoes off, I ran sock- footed down the carpeted hallway.

I pushed my door open and plopped myself into my spinning chair. Opening my laptop, I pulled up Google.

In the search bar, I typed Chasten Davidson. Wow, ok. That's a ton of results.

Trying to be more specific, I added school records. Then, thinking better of it, I added his birthday and state. You know, just to be sure.

I clicked on the first link, my heart in my throat. This was from his elementary, kindergarten.

Chasten exhibits a thirst for learning. He's always the first to raise his hand and loves helping out other kids. I was sad to see him move to another town, he was a great student.

I raised an eyebrow. That doesn't help. But then a sentence caught my eye. ... sad to see him move to another town... okay...

I clicked back to the search page click on other articles that was about other Chastens.

Then, I found his first grade record.

Chasten is a bright student and grasps learning material very well. I think he has the potential to be extraordinary if he would stop going to the nurse complaining of head aches. He seems to represent the whole class, in a way. If Chasten looks bored, the whole class is bored. I look to him on how to improve my lessons.

Head aches...
Representing the whole class...
Moving...

I felt as if I was looking a picture painted by a drunk monkey. So many clues, but none of them added up.

I dug a little more for his third grade report.

Nothing there, same head ache stuff and moving. Same with fourth grade.

Sighing, I looked at his fifth grade report.

Chasten is an excellent student. Although he often complained if head aches, he still gets good grades. The kids treated him fairly well, but kept their distance. Towards the end of the year, Chasten was treated like he had some sort of disease. Children wouldn't go near him, and called him 'mind reader' and 'wizard'. I did my best to squash this name calling but it only continued.

I hadn't realized I had been holding my breath.

Now it all added but, but that couldn't be possible. He can't... it's not... he... no... but other explanation did I have?

Chasten could possibly, maybe, just a wee little bit, feel others emotions.

Dam.

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