The Mind Readers Curse

Chapter 1

~Taylor's PoV~

I knew my friend was waiting for me behind those doors, but I couldn't bring myself to move. Once I stepped into the building there was no turning back and hell would brake loose.

I sucked in a deep breath, and walked up the steps to the school entrance. That same internal battle in my head every morning put behind me and I knew I had to get through another day.

Automatically the loud voices surrounded me, girls laughing, guys shouting and locker doors slamming.

'Shit I forgot to do my homework again'

'He is too hot...he needs to dump that cow of a girl and just date me already'

'Okay, breathe Michael, breathe...just ask her out'

And there they were, not voices that you overhear in the hallway, they were their thoughts. Crazy? That's the same thing I thought when I first started hearing them on my 17th birthday.

You'd think that by now I would have lost my sanity, what with all the constant voices in my head, but after a while- I've learned to just accept them...well almost.

"Hey Carrie," I chirped, seeing my best friend with her head in her locker as she tried to fix her hair. She jumped at my voice and hit her head on the top of the locker,"Ow!"

I smiled at her even if she was sending me a glare. Finally her face melted into a smile and she pulled me into a hug.

'Dark colors yet again'

I let that one slide, usually I did since she was constantly thinking it. Dark colors again indeed. My simple dark violet long sleeve and dark skinnies with my converse.

I was labeled as a goth, but I really had no other choice. As weird as it seems, the dark colors blocked out lots of thoughts at once, so I only had to suffer one thought at a time.

It's strange how my whole little 'gift' works, but I'm starting to get the hang of it.

"So I hear there's a new student, have you seen him yet?" Carrie asked, slamming her locker shut and turning to face me.

I shook my head,"No, Why?" I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. She smiled,"Because he is absolutely gorgeous! Like I'm talking supermodel material here," she said excitedly.

I opened my mouth to speak but froze when I saw Derek. More specifically, Derek, as in Carries perverted boyfriend.

"Hey babe, talking about me?" He asked, slinging an arm over her shoulder and kissing her cheek.

They were a cute couple, him with his tall build blue eyes and wavy black hair, Her with her dirty blond hair and big doe like green eyes. They were the perfect jock and cheerleader duo, except for one small little problem.

'Sexy as always I see...why can't Carrie look like that'

I've never been comfortable around him, and when I started hearing people's thoughts, I've found out why. The worst part was that I couldn't tell Carrie because she would just think I was a freak.

I made it clear that I hate him, yet she always tries to make me see something good in him, when there wasn't even enough good in him to cover a grain of rice.

He was sick, and only wanted Carrie for the same thing every other guy wanted from a girl.

"Hey baby!" Carrie replied, happily wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down to kiss.

I rolled my eyes and just walked from them, but not before accidentally touching Derek's hand that remained at his side.

My whole body tensed and my head was filled of pictures he was thinking, the disturbing part of it, was that he was picturing Carrie as me. I swallowed hard and walked away quickly, my stomach knotting in anxiety.