What's it like? Being Different

What's it like? Being Different

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WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., déc. 29, 2015
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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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"You're... not afraid?" His voice was barely a peep, shy gaze half-turning away but still watching him out of the corner of his eye. His hand instinctively reached for the pendant at his chest, tips of his finger grazing the crystal and ready to grasp it, somewhat afraid of the answer that would come next. "Why would I be afraid? You're like the coolest person I've met so far! Plus-" He poked his side, and George squeaked, jumping back from the ticklish sensation. "You're so scrawny and small. I'd never be afraid of you!" George never wanted to be one of them. But at eight years old, he discovered he was a Psychic and he was committed into a faraway island academy for Extramundanes. Despite the difficulty of making friends when even other super-powered classmates are afraid of you, George finds a tight-knit group of best friends who aren't afraid to stand up for him. Yet with age comes his developing abilities, and as he grapples for control, the disappearance of one of his best friends leads George and his friends on a runaway road trip to rescue him. However, they fail to realize their true adversary is the threatening power searing inside one of their own. --- ! So many people may not know this story and all so I figured I'd post it here. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEE!!! Go read the original on ao3. I'll leave a link tho I doubt it will do much. https://archiveofourown.org/users/LightNS/pseuds/LightNS The OG owner of this book is LightNS on ao3, and if they express they want this taken down, then that is what happens. But, like I stated, go support the author themselves!

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