Authors Note: The first two chapters may be slightly boring for you all, it just kinda sets the stage for what's to come. HAPPY READING!!!!
The plane screeched the a halt on the tarmac almost throwing me into the seat back of the chair in front. I quickly glanced over at Nina talking with another classmate of ours. Who would've thought that our school scheduled an eight grade class trip to Paris, France as a graduation gift. Sure, half the trip will be touring boring museums and art galleries but still, France, a place of endless possibilities, a place where there may be someone like me....
"Hey! Hello?" A voice snapped me out of my daydream, "It's your turn to leave!"
I look up to find a black-haired girl hovering over me "huh?" I managed to squeak out from under my backpack.
"It's your turn to get off," her shockingly sapphire eyes pierced mine.
"I'm.... sorry," I stuttered quickly turning around and hurrying off the plane after my class.
I found my friends standing to the left of baggage claim gushing over the scenery out the window.
"Did you see the Eiffel Tower?" Olivia asked, "I bet you could take such great landscape photos from the top!"
"Ughh... who cares I saw at least five Chanel stores on the way here from the plane. I can just imagine myself wearing that outfit in the window," Sawyer sighed dreamily while touching up her hair in the compact mirror she held in her hand.
Riley caught my eye and mimed gagging herself before adding "France can keep its clothes, all I want to see is a professional athlete, preferably and NFL player."
Nina didn't even try to hide her groan, "all I want to do is sleep for hours and hours," sending us all into a tizzy of laughter.
"What do you want to do?" Elliot asked me, "go to history museums," she taunted.
I suppressed an exasperated sigh before responding, "I would love to go to the Palace of Versailles and see how royalty was treated. Though seeing a sports player I would be pretty cool.
"Oh yah!" Riley fist bumped me, "we're obviously the most elite!"
I saluted her before going to grab my suitcase.
So yah, those are my friends, so different and yet here we are.
Olivia, dirty blond hair, glasses and braces that have been on for years, classic nerdy look. She loves photography and animals and her house is home to chickens, rabbits and goats. Yup, you get the picture. She's really funny but doesn't have any super "close" friends, not even us.
Next, there's Sawyer, brownish hair and a face that looks ten years older by the amount of makeup she puts on. Loves clothes and cares deeply about appearances. Her personality is classic mean girl, acts better then everyone else, rude to people 24/7 that sorta thing. How's she's friends with us is beyond me but alas she is, much to the disgust of Riley.
Speaking of which, Reagan. Auburn hair, green eyes, I mean popular cliche much? But in truth she's really nice a little obsessed with football, but nice. Friends with everyone.... except for Elliot. Pretty self-explanatory right there. Great at lacrosse, soccer and most sports.
Then Nina, brown hair, blueberry eyes basically really pretty. One of my closest friends from school but she spaces out a lot. Like she's thinking about something worlds away. Granted I do that too...
Finally, me, Bronwyn, blond haired, ice blue eyed plain old me. I'm perfectly normal I go to school, play lacrosse, hang with my friends, and oh yah at the same time I can read minds. Yes, you heard me correctly READ MINDS like telepathy! Luckily a couple years ago I learned how to use "selective hearing" to tune unwanted things out of my head..... kinda.
I shook myself out of thoughts as I neared the claim looking around for the familiar site of my bag. Shortly, my teal case came around the corner filling me with relief. I scooped it off the conveyor belt and set it up onto the airport flooring.
"Students from South Middle hurry up! The bus is waiting outside!" The loudspeakers boomed.
Honestly can that lady be any louder? Her voice is going to fill my nightmares. Asked a boy from my advisory.
"What?" I questioned "her voice isn't even cringeworthy."
"Ummm, hello brainiac talk to your self much? A familiar voice teased.
Oh shoot! That was a thought, I quickly regained my composure as I spun on my heel around to a smirk the size of China.
"Not going to lie I like your other nicknames for me more," My eyes rolling "how bought you juts go back to ignoring me?" I said miming a backpack throw at his head.
"You know we would both hate that, especially you, but back to more pressing matters, why are you talking to yourself?" He threw his arms up in disbelief.
How am I going to get out of this one? " Uhh... inner demons?" I could have done so much better, "Is that Nina calling me over? I think it is, see you later." I called quickly over me retreating shoulder.
Alex, stupid boy with brown hair, brown eyes and a horrible taste in fictional characters. Loves to tease me about my failures and abnormalities. I think of all the people he would be the first to figure out my telepathy and the fact that I speak every language fluently. Kinda hard to disguise in a place where everyone speaks fluent French where being from the U.S is a foreign language.
"I call Reagan for bus!" Sawyer calls breaking my trance.
"Er..." Reagan fleetingly glances around the room before landing on me, "I already asked Bronwyn," she shrugged.
"Sorry."
Sawyer seems to think Reagan loves her when I'm reality it's the complete opposite of the truth.
Us five sauntered are way out of the airport and into the the line where Nina held me back.
"So what did ol' soccer star have to say?"
"He was fine, was taunting me about answering "my own" question," the sarcasm dripping from my tone.
Nina developed a strange look on her face and as the headlights of a car passed over her I swear she blinked out of sight. No, my minds playing tricks on me I'm just jet-lagged and tired.
"Bronwyn!! Come one!" Reagan called from the bus seat.
"Whelp I gotta go."
"Yah, me too," she laughed half-heartedly.
As I clambered onto the bus and we started out route to the hotel only one thought was being processed in my brain. Could Nina be.... like me??
Authors note: I hope you liked it, it's kinda mad ngl in my opinion but I'm not the reader sooo.... 😂😂😂
