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School is difficult. Everyone knows this, some suffer through it, others skip, and some love it. Not me. School may seem like torture to you, but I assure you, it's worse for me. Hi, my name is Jason. I am 13 and can read people's mind, I also see flashes of possible future events. Most people don't know this, I keep it to my self so I'm not locked up in the nut house. But the real problem is this: people can see my aura. Not just those who have powers like mine, oh no, it's much worse than that. EVERYONE can see it. And it's not like it's a light grey, it's bright Green, or so I'm told. That's the weirdest part, I can't see it! What kind of weird shit is that? Now, you may be wondering how I know what an aura is. Well, I have been to quite a few readings to know more about my "condition" , as my aunt calls it. And there's been one question on my mind ever since I was old enough to understand all this: If I have these powers then why the hell can't I see my aura?
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