The Thoughts You Try To Hide

Chapter One

I live in a world where other people's thoughts are tattooed into your skin.

You see that baby over there? It has "love" and "beautiful" written on their forehead and "my dear" on its arm.

The homeless man on the street corner has "waste of space" and "poor thing" all over his face and arms.

The words show up when they are the things thought the most about you. Along with a symbol.

The symbol could be anything from a flower to a submarine. But it always means something to you. And if it doesn't, well then you assume you'll never meet them again.

But put aside my crazy world for a second and I'll introduce you to me.

I'm Estelle Smith. It's an old fashioned name, but I like it. I have black hair and blue eyes. I live with my foster parents Peter and Annabelle. They aren't as nice as their names by the way. I'm thirteen almost fourteen years old. And I have a super power.

Just kidding.

I wanted to see if you were paying attention. I do know something that I don't think anyone else does.

I know how to get rid of the words.

Well, kinda.

You could be asking me why I would want to get rid of the harmless little letters, but believe me. They aren't all pretty words.

If someone thinks "Wow, she's ugly." You don't want that where anyone could see it! I can't get rid of the words but I can relocate them. The process is really simple, just burn it away. Then think about where you want the words to end up, and voila! There they are.

Alright. So it isn't that interesting. But I don't think anyone else knows about it.

Now that you know about me, my world, and how I'm able to hide my words, be prepared for the story of a lifetime with tons of mystery, drama, and of course friendship. I know it very well because it's mine.