New Perspective

New Perspective

Chapter 1:

"Lakelynn are you okay," I hear a voice ask. It sounds like it's far away.

I try to make noise but I'm trapped. I can't escape from the vision. I know it will come soon. Everything in front of my eyes is white. Everything turns silent and my mind takes over.

There is a man. He grabs the arm of a boy about my age. The man throws the boy to the floor and begins to yell curse words at him. The boy begins to sob. The man kicks him for crying.

My vision returns to normal.

My history teacher, Mrs. Roberts, is in front of me starring at me.

"Lakelynn are you okay," she asks.

I pause and look around. Everyone is looking at me. "Um, I need a moment," I say and stand. Mrs. Roberts leads me out the room.

I walk to the bathroom. It is empty so I stand in front of the mirror looking at myself. Why does this have to happen to me? Why did I get cursed with this? I didn't ask for this? Was I a horrible person in a past life? Why else would I have to see thing to come everyday?

I wash my face off and leave the bathroom. I stop in the middle of the hallway. The man in my vision is standing in the office. Who is he and who was the boy in my vision?

"Lakelynn, come over here," says the woman in the office. She must have spotted my sudden stop.

I walk to the office and this is when I see the boy from my vision. He is sitting in one of the chairs. He does not make eye contact with me but he does look at me.

"Yes," I ask the woman at the front desk with a smile.

"This is Hayden and his father," She points to the boy and the man. "Hayden is a new student here and he's in your grade and he has most of the same classes as you. Do you mind showing him the ropes his first day?"

"Sure. Why now? I always like to help," I tell her.

I walk to Hayden and sit next to him.

"Hi, I'm Lakelynn but if you'd like you can call me Lakely," I tell him.

He gives me a half hearted smile and shakes my hand. "I'm Hayden."

He looks up and I see his eyes for the first time. They are just like mine. The same strange red brown color. I have never seen any one with the same color.

Hayden's father pulls him out of his chair. "Be good today," he tells Hayden in a voice that even strikes fear into me.

Hayden nods and says yes sir. Then he returns to me.

"So, what's our first class," Hayden asks. .

"Well, I'm in history right now," I tell him.

"Okay let me grab my stuff."

He picks up a fairly empty backpack and slings it over his shoulder. I lead him out of the office.

"You know you are going to be the only one I talk to, so will you tell me who your friends," he says.

"Well here's the thing. I really don't have any friends," I tell him looking at the ground.

"Then we should get along well cause ever schools I go to I never make any friends," he says with a little smile.

"I'm just too abnormal for most people's tastes so you may not like me," I tell him.

"Well I see it this way you're pretty, funny and weird. I think that is the best thing to have in a friend and hey who knows maybe your even best friend material," he says with a little laugh.

This makes me smile. No one is ever really nice to me. The vision thing ruined it for me when I was in first grade. I had a vision and zoned out for about half an hour. No one could pull me out of my trans.

I get too caught up in my thoughts and slip on the wet hallway floor. I can't believe I just made a fool of my self in front of this kid and I have only known him for three minutes. I use the only defense I have against fails like this. I start laughing.

Hayden holds his hand out and this is when I notice the bruise on his hand. It is black and blue and partially hidden by the old gray sweatshirt her has on.

I pull myself up but keep his hand. I examine the bruise and bull the sweatshirt up. The bruise runs up his arm. It is yellow and purple in some places.

He pulls his hand away from me and recovers the bruise.

"Leave that alone," he snaps at me.

"Sorry," I tell him quietly.

He frowns.

"I'm sorry. I've only known you for like five minutes and I'm already being mean," he says with a sigh.

"No it's okay. I shouldn't have been snooping. That is your personal business," I tell him.

"I really am sorry," he pleads.

"Come on. We should get to class. I was only supposed to be gone for a minute," I say beginning to walk back towards class.

He follows. We make the rest of the journey in silence. When we got to the class room I am hesitant to enter but I do.

"Um, Mrs. Roberts. We have a new student. Mrs. Lisa in the office delegated the responsibility of showing him everything to me. He is in this class now," I say loud enough for everyone to hear.

"Okay Mrs. Stevens. Please take a seat and you may have the seat beside her," she says to me and Hayden.

"Thank you," We say in unison.

"Oh and what's your name sir," she asks.

"Hayden Browning."