Our Secret

Chapter 2

Zeke's POV

I've never attended an actual school before. Ever since I was little I've always been homeschooled, in the comfort of my own home. It was my senior year that my parents began to worry about my future. Pretty late to the game, but I wasn't going to complain. It was the most attention they've given me in years. My older sister Kimberly was the star child in my family. She's perfect. Every boy stares at her in awe, and every girl wishes they could be her. I'm the complete opposite. Girls think I'm weird and guys think I'm an easy target. My little brother is starting to turn out like me. He can't. He can't turn out like me. I won't let him.

As I was walking to school from my house, I started giving myself a pep talk:

You're gonna be fine relax. I bet you're gonna be the coolest kid at school. Well maybe not the coolest, but as long as you don't eat your lunch next to the trash can, you'll be fine.

I always add a bit of reality in my fantasy. At least then I'll know what I can actually accomplish. I stood at the front of my new school, slicking my hair back before I pulled open the front door. This was it. My 1st day of school. I pushed open the door, and accidentally slammed myself onto the front door, later lying flat on the ground. Pull not push dumbass. I could hear laughter coming from inside the whole building. The thing was not everyone was laughing at me. A bad joke was told, and in return a pity laugh was received. That joke was told upstairs, far enough away from where I was standing. My sense of hearing was a vital part of me. Im unique in a way. Not in the way that everyone else claims they are, but scientifically unique. It's hard to explain. I honestly don't understand either, all I know is that people would kill for my abilities, but I can't let that happen. I must keep a low profile at all times, and that's how it's always going to be. My safety depended on it.
I pulled open the door correctly the second time around and I stepped inside the school. A swarm of people crowded the cafeteria, making me feel self concious of every move I made. The intimidation was hitting me. Remember: You're the coolest kid. Stop lying! I shook my head to ignore all my negative thoughts, and afterwards walked towards an empty table. I took a deep breath to relieve the stress of being "the new kid". I examined every kid closely. Is that ... GROSS! Silent but deadly! God damn this is the worst part of having extreme hearing. You can spot any silent farts. "Hey," a guy around my age said. "Hey," I replied back. "You new here?" He asked. "Yeah is it that obvious?" I sarcastically asked him. "No man you just seem lonely," he told me. Yeah I'm sitting at a table alone. That was the goal. No trash cans, just an empty table. "I'm good I don't mind sitting alone. It's pretty relaxing actually," I replied. "Oh okay uh I'll talk to you later," he had a change in voice. "Yeah." I could almost hear him mutter something I didn't want to hear. That's why I said I almost heard it.

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1:15pm. I'd tell you everything that's happened today, but literally nothing has happened. School is boring. Consider it as a fact. "May I go to the bathroom!" I blurted out. This was the second time I've gotten laughed at today. "No Zackary that is not how you ask for things!" Miss. Ridges snapped. Then how do you ask for things? "But ma'am I heard something," I struggled to explain. "Quiet Zackary I don't need your foolishness!" She barked. "New kid's got voices in his head!" Some guy teased me. It's not a voice actually, it's a tap. The tapping of a phone was occurring in the girl's restroom. "Phones aren't allowed on school campus right?" I questioned Miss. Ridges. I read the school book, unlike other people. "Zachary what are you getting at?" She asked me. I don't get why she keeps calling me Zachary. My name is Zeke, it's not short for Zachary. Hell it isn't short for anything! "Well someone is breaking the rules Miss," I told her. "Quit it ... Zeke," she trembled a bit when she said my name. I think she's on to me now. BRING! I hate school.

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It was 3:40pm, the end of school. I slammed my locker shut, left the building, and headed back home. I can't say much happened during my walk back home, but then you'd call me a liar. The details were vague, but the person added dramatic effect to every word I had to describe our event, our first event.