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Ongoing, First published Mar 09, 2015
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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