Read my mind

It's not fun sticking out, being abnormal watching everyone else enjoy their ordinary lives. I'm grateful, but it's not always easy. Being able to read minds has been an ability that runs through my family. I don't really have a family anymore, but that still doesn't change the facts. I live with my grandpa who has this crazy idea that there are people chasing us and we can never be completely safe. I didn't really know what was wrong and what was right and I thought everyone else could do what I did and I was just as normal as any other kid. Unfortunately for me, that wasn't real, so every time I did something strange, the bags were packed and the car was already warmed up for us to leave yet another home. I've gotten better with age and I have learnt not to say everything that pops into my head, or someone else’s for that matter. I am tired of running. Which normal sixteen-year-old girl wouldn't be? Well, I’m not normal, but I have never had real friends or even had a decent boyfriend. Thanks to my abilities I have always known the answers to tests and someone’s true intentions and thoughts. You would think I’d be pretty popular seeing as I can say exactly what you want to hear, when you want to hear it. The truth is that humanity is a lost cause and I believe it's better to live in oblivion than becoming someone who would do anything for his or her own gain including backstabbing your best friend. Yes, it surprised me just as much as you I couldn't predict that. I was probably just blind with the fact that I wanted to have someone to hold on to, someone I could trust. Lucky for me I realized she was a bitch before I revealed the thing I was told never to. My biggest secret.

I only have a faint memory of my dad leaving me at my Grandfather's house when I was three. I remember how his fluffy, brown hair stuck to his triangular shaped face because it was raining that day. My mother died after giving birth to me. Her name was Julia. I have only seen a couple of photos of her, and I know she was beautiful. There's one picture that I keep in my wallet that was taken six minutes after I was born and two minutes before she died. Mum had alert, but innocent brown eyes and hair as blonde as the sun. I have always been curious and since I didn't grow up with any parents I asked a lot about them, however my Grandpa always told me things I already knew, like how my mother was a quiet girl and that she could read minds like me. He never talked about my dad and the only times I have heard him even mention my dad was when he told the principal at Seamount High School why I was living with him. Of course the truth was out of the picture so the principal knows me as the kid who lost both her parents in a car crash.

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 The first day of school is a nightmare, everywhere. New town, new school, new people. An opportunity few people have. Yay me. It was my turn to choose the house we will be living in for the next two, maybe three years, and because I am lazy I chose the biggest house near school. I walk down the hallow halls of hell with a couple of old books in my hands and try my best to find my locker. This is definitely the worst part of my abilities. Not opening lockers, but hearing everyone's stupid thoughts.

Is she new? Those boots are like, so old.

I don't like her, she's too pretty.

She looks like a freak. 


Grandpa said he would teach me how to block people's thoughts out when i turned eighteen, but I can't wait that long. 226, 227, 228,229. I read the note Mrs. Principal gave me and look at my locker number. 231. I open it quickly and shove my books inside. Some of the books I’ll need this year are already there and I’ll get the rest in Mr. Medlow’s class. 

New meat. I seriously need to get rid of Casey. She is definitely flirting with Chris, maybe the new girl is a worthy candidate.


I turn around.

"Hello there." The girl in front of me smiles. Behind her are two wannabe Barbie’s so blonde and full of makeup I want to barf.

"Hey." I reply, too tense and too quickly.

"Welcome to Seamount, I'm Brittany and this is Casey and Becky." Her royal highness says while pointing at her slaves.

"Of course you are,” I say to myself a little too loudly.

"Excuse me?" I hit a nerve. Great. She forms fists obviously ready for a fight, but I really can't handle this on my first day.

"Nothing." I shut my locker and try to make my way around her and her "friends" but the queen bee always get the last word and she stops me.

"Mess with me and your social life is over." Her eyes are almost vicious and i back away.

"I don't have a social life." With a wink i move past her down the corridor.

What a bitch.