What's it like? Being Different
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Dernière publication mar., déc. 29, 2015
I only found out when I was ten. I was very surprised. I wasn't even aware that their were people like me out there. And even if I had known, I would never have dreamed that I was one of them.
I think that the only reason I ever found out was because I have an odd habit of clicking. I do it all the time. Even now. I don't know why, but I just love the feeling of snapping my fingers to create that high pitch sound. Sometimes I do it softly, so all you can hear is the friction between my finger and thumb. It keeps me calm. But if it wasn't for this weird habit, I may never have found out.
* * *
Kay Patterson is a normal teenage girl.
Or so she likes to think.
After discovering something unimaginable in her pre-teen years, Kay thinks her life will never be the same again. Little does she know, that when a mysterious grey-eyed stranger turns up out of the blue, telling her things so outrageous that she thinks she would be stupid to believe him, how right she is.
With the introduction of this new, good-looking stranger, Kay's life is completely overturned and she realizes that she is one of the last people who can save others like her.
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