Popping my 5th Tylenol of the day, I walk down the corridor to my 3rd class of the day. Philosophy, a class I personally think is a waste of time, but is required to get my degree. The Tylenol normally is decent at deterring the migraines that frequently visit when I suppress my ability, but at the college it's a whole different story. The college is filled with so many people it's hard to keep them all out. Though it's funny to think about how if they knew someone could listen it they would think so much differently, or at least try to think about "not thinking".
I reach my first class and take a seat furthest from everyone in the the room (as if that would help) and get my book set up for class. Student continue to fill the room while I finish pulling out the rest of my things. Just as I finish the classroom chatter dies down as very good looking man enters the room ,and walks strait to the board and starts to write his name on it. I watch his body movements to help me determine whether or not he is the laid back professor or if he is an uptight jerk.
Over the course of the class he spoke about his classroom policy's and went over the syllabus and grading system with us. After he was done he told us to talk amongst ourselves and get to know each other because there were group projects in our future. As much I tried to listen and pay attention to what he was saying, I couldn't, I was exhausted and my guard was weakening. One by one people's thoughts were flooding in.
" I wish I was at home"
"I hope I'm not pregnant, I'm sooo not ready for that kind of responsibility"
" I wonder if he's single"
"If I get fired for forgetting to lock up shop I'm going to kill someone"
The harder I tried to keep them all out the worse my migraine got.
"I need to get more sleep tonight" I thought to myself.
"I need to get more sleep tonight" My head shop up as I heard my own voice echo back at me. I made immediate eye contact with the professor and was confused, "he could hear me?" He nodded as if to confirm my thoughts. I focused in on his thoughts and tried to push the others out.
"You can hear me can't you?" his voice spoke to me. He confirmed it, he knows I can hear him too.
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Sorry for my chapters being short it's 1:12 in the morning and it's my first book So bear with me. I'm cool if y'all correct my writing, it has never been my strong suit. Let me know if y'all want to have another chapter.
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The Vampires Mindreader
Vampirgeschichten20-year-old Sarah has known she could read minds for as long as she can remember. As good as she has gotten at controlling it, she still get horrible migraines when in a crowded room. When Sarah meets her new college professor she knows there is som...
