Your mind is a book to me ((Editing!!!))

First target: Mother of bratty girl.

She was wearing and old jean and sweater, begging her little five/six year old girl to get of the swing and come to the car. The girl yelled and refused to go off.

*Uuugh! Bribe her, Martha! Sweets, games maybe that doll she wanted? No! Don’t be soft on her! Gosh, I wish I didn’t always spoil her that much…

And with that the woman grabbed her girl and started to walk to the car, while her beloved brat was yelling. I couldn’t catch any of the girl’s thoughts, since she was too busy yelling and screaming.

I smiled a little. My mother never had to beg me to go to the car or put on a warm jacket. I guess I was a little angle when I was younger. (Please note: younger)

Second target: A couple.

I decided to focus on the girl, since she looked kinda nervous and was blushing.

*Maybe…this could be it, my first kiss. I always liked him…those blue eyes, blondish hair, attractive dimples and…

I turned to guys thoughts to see if he was planning to kiss the girl, since she was begging him from inside. And, of course, I didn’t want to listen to her praises about his looks. He was attractive though…

*She all you ever wanted: Sweet, witty, friendly, pretty…perfect. Just kiss her and tell her you love her…that’s the whole reason for tonight! Here goes…

And with that he leaned in and kissed her. Sweet…but I turned my head away; it’s kinda gross seeing two people making out. At least they’re happy! I smiled slightly while searching for my third target.

I saw some old woman walking down the street. I guess she’s the third target! Just as I was starting to focus on her a sudden pain exploded at my temples. A bad headache! The pain moved deeper, making it unbearable! I massaged my temples softly. It almost felt like a double brain freeze.

I sat their for a while massaging my head, temples, forehead and the part above my ears. I groaned a little. I was like a hammer banging inside my head.

Finally the pain slowly went away.

Ok, I guess that’s a warning to going home now even though I hardly got started with the mind reading and all. I got up and made my way home. The sun as busy setting, painting the West red and orange.

When I got home my mother two boxes of pizza’s I her hands. She was trying hard to make me feel better after her fiasco with the work and everything. I think the part of loosing her job and having no money for me and herself got her back to earth…and the part that she’s looking after an ADOPTED child. Still…I think she tries too hard.

“One Margarita for me and one Hawaiian for you, darling!” She said giving me a plate and placing the boxes on the table. 

“Thanks, mom” I said taking a bite out of my first slice of pizza. It was still warm and the taste of pineapple, ham and cheese filled my mouth.

My mom smiled and ate her pizza. We were quiet for the rest of the night, there wasn’t much to speak about and the pizza was SO good.

When I got in bed later the night, I thought about tomorrow. A deep, annoying feeling twisted in my stomach. I felt helpless. I was someone else…not who I thought I was. Today, thinking of my ‘old’ home made all emotional. To think it wasn’t actually my home. Or was it? I grew up there, my old friends were there…isn’t that like a home?? I felt confused. I’ll be even worse tomorrow when I meet Jacques 10 o’ clock at the park to go to this Mr. Dion and co.

I sighed and pulled the covers tightly around me, closing my eyes and drifting to sleep…

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Thanks, though to all of you who are reading this! :)