Mind Readings

Chapter 2

'Miss Channing, to my understanding you have been acting...,' she paused a second to think of the right word, 'differently at the last few schools you have been in.' 

'Different isn't exactly the word I would use.' I reply. 

'That is what your last Head Master said, but how would you describe your personality?'

I stop and think. 'Antisocial,' I say suddenly .  

'Did you not have many friends at your old schools?' Mrs Indorato asked. 

'People didn't except me,' that just popped into my head and I instantly regretted saying it because Mrs Indorato automatically asked the question I was dreading she would. 'Why do you think people didn't except you?'

I was certain not to reveal my secret. 'I didn't really fit in, I guess.'

'Well, alright, I think you better head off to your first class.' she handed me a cardboard box. I looked inside, timetable, laptop, textbooks, notebooks, pens, pencils. 'Where is the art book?' I asked. 

'Art isn't a lesson here.' I must of looked very shocked because two seconds after she said 'I feel that art isn't important, it is not like any of these students have a good chance at becoming an artist these days. Nobody appreciates a good artwork anymore. To much technology.' I felt disgusted. The only time I feel like a normal human being is when I drawing. 'Yes, I totally agree,' that hurt to say. She stood up, shook my hand and sent me to class. I was already half an hour late. 

I pulled out my timetable. Maths Room 424. 'Great, now I have to find it,' I said to myself. I fished around in the box looking for a map of the school. I found one and started to follow it. It lead me through corridor after corridor. I finally found the room. I could hear the teacher talking about Pythagoras' theorem through the door. I knocked on the door and walked in. Everyone's head turned to face me. 'You must our new student,' he looked down at his desk, 'Willow Channing?' 

'Yes,' I reply. 

'Take a seat, Willow, there is one over there.' He pointed at a spear seat next to the hottest guy I have ever seen. He had puppy dog brown eyes, brown hair that swooped across his forehead and the best jaw line I have ever seen. He seemed friendly, he called me over and tapped the seat. I wondered way he was sitting all be himself. 'Hi, I'm Sam.' he said as I was sitting down. 

'Willow.' 

'Pretty,' he added. 

'Thanks.'