never understood how other students couldn’t wrap their heads around the simplicity of it all, which made me wonder just how it would feel to have a brain like your average Joe Blow. Maybe it was bloody hard, and I should be thankful for who, and what, I was.
When I got to class, Mr. Heathcliffe had already separated the desks and had placed some exam papers facedown. I had completely forgotten that he was giving us a practice exam before our finals, which were coming up in less than a month.
I couldn’t believe that the school year had gone so quickly. We were all facing the end of our lives as we had known it for the last thirteen years. Somehow, thirteen years of school didn’t seem as long as it used to. But I guess when you’re faced with eternity, thirteen years is barely the blink of an eye.
I completed the exam and looked up at the clock at the front of the room. It had taken me less than twenty minutes to get through the exam that Mr. Heithcliffe had allocated two hours to complete, and most of that time I had spent thinking about the previous night’s vision.
When Mr. Heithcliffe first became my teacher, he would approach me after I had finished an exam and suggest I review my answers to be sure I had completed them all correctly. After a few times, he realised he was wasting his breath. I didn’t need to make sure that I had answered everything correctly, because I never got anything wrong.
When the bell finally rang, I made my way to the cafeteria and grabbed my lunch from the canteen. It was my usual, consisting of a hamburger with all the trimmings and a strawberry milkshake.
I looked over at our table; Chelsea wasn’t there, and Ben’s eyes were darting around the room in search of her. The poor bugger. He was probably thinking she had serious regrets about what happened between the two of them yesterday, and she had skipped school in an effort to avoid him. At least his theory of why Chelsea wasn’t at school was a lot more comforting than mine.
Not wanting to worry Ben any more than I already had, I walked casually over to our table and greeted everyone in my usual chirpy manner.
I leant over to give Aiden a kiss on the cheek as I squeezed in between him and Chrissy, who shot me a supposedly friendly smile, but her eyes were laced with daggers.
“Oops, sorry,” I said, as I accidentally-on-purpose nearly shoved her off the end of the bench.
I didn’t wait to see the daggers reappear in her eyes before I turned my attention to Aiden, but I could feel them digging their way into my skull.
Leaning closer, Aiden wrapped an arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, “Are you sure you don’t have any mind reading capabilities yet? Because you were pretty much spot on with what Ben was just thinking and the daggers Chrissy is throwing your way.”
“Really?” I couldn’t hear anyone’s thoughts, but maybe having a sixth sense about what people were thinking was the first step. “Is that how it happened for you?” God, how I wanted to be able to know what everyone was thinking.
“No. It came to me all of a sudden. One moment I was like you, and the next my mind was invaded by everyone’s thoughts. Yours may or may not come suddenly. Some people’s abilities come and go for a while before they click.” Aiden spoke low enough so that no one would catch on to what we were talking about. “And it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. People can think some pretty mean and horrible things.”
I was pretty sure Chrissy was throwing a ton of horrible thoughts my way.
“You don’t want to know,” Aiden said with a laugh.
He was right; I didn’t want to know. What I really needed to be thinking about was Chelsea. I should have been trying to figure out where the hell she was.
I put a smile on my face and turned to Chrissy. I wanted to see if the queen of gossip knew anything about Chelsea’s whereabouts.
I waited until I saw a break in the conversation she was having with Megan
When I got to class, Mr. Heathcliffe had already separated the desks and had placed some exam papers facedown. I had completely forgotten that he was giving us a practice exam before our finals, which were coming up in less than a month.
I couldn’t believe that the school year had gone so quickly. We were all facing the end of our lives as we had known it for the last thirteen years. Somehow, thirteen years of school didn’t seem as long as it used to. But I guess when you’re faced with eternity, thirteen years is barely the blink of an eye.
I completed the exam and looked up at the clock at the front of the room. It had taken me less than twenty minutes to get through the exam that Mr. Heithcliffe had allocated two hours to complete, and most of that time I had spent thinking about the previous night’s vision.
When Mr. Heithcliffe first became my teacher, he would approach me after I had finished an exam and suggest I review my answers to be sure I had completed them all correctly. After a few times, he realised he was wasting his breath. I didn’t need to make sure that I had answered everything correctly, because I never got anything wrong.
When the bell finally rang, I made my way to the cafeteria and grabbed my lunch from the canteen. It was my usual, consisting of a hamburger with all the trimmings and a strawberry milkshake.
I looked over at our table; Chelsea wasn’t there, and Ben’s eyes were darting around the room in search of her. The poor bugger. He was probably thinking she had serious regrets about what happened between the two of them yesterday, and she had skipped school in an effort to avoid him. At least his theory of why Chelsea wasn’t at school was a lot more comforting than mine.
Not wanting to worry Ben any more than I already had, I walked casually over to our table and greeted everyone in my usual chirpy manner.
I leant over to give Aiden a kiss on the cheek as I squeezed in between him and Chrissy, who shot me a supposedly friendly smile, but her eyes were laced with daggers.
“Oops, sorry,” I said, as I accidentally-on-purpose nearly shoved her off the end of the bench.
I didn’t wait to see the daggers reappear in her eyes before I turned my attention to Aiden, but I could feel them digging their way into my skull.
Leaning closer, Aiden wrapped an arm around my waist and whispered in my ear, “Are you sure you don’t have any mind reading capabilities yet? Because you were pretty much spot on with what Ben was just thinking and the daggers Chrissy is throwing your way.”
“Really?” I couldn’t hear anyone’s thoughts, but maybe having a sixth sense about what people were thinking was the first step. “Is that how it happened for you?” God, how I wanted to be able to know what everyone was thinking.
“No. It came to me all of a sudden. One moment I was like you, and the next my mind was invaded by everyone’s thoughts. Yours may or may not come suddenly. Some people’s abilities come and go for a while before they click.” Aiden spoke low enough so that no one would catch on to what we were talking about. “And it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. People can think some pretty mean and horrible things.”
I was pretty sure Chrissy was throwing a ton of horrible thoughts my way.
“You don’t want to know,” Aiden said with a laugh.
He was right; I didn’t want to know. What I really needed to be thinking about was Chelsea. I should have been trying to figure out where the hell she was.
I put a smile on my face and turned to Chrissy. I wanted to see if the queen of gossip knew anything about Chelsea’s whereabouts.
I waited until I saw a break in the conversation she was having with Megan
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