I sigh as I hear all the different voices in my head, I'm not crazy, I just hear everybody's thoughts. It's not that I want to, it's actually more of a disability. I don't intend to intrude someone's thoughts, and I can help it sometimes, only if I really concentrate.
I try not to read minds while making tests, and people who I really care about. The second one isn't that hard, since I don't really care about anyone. I wish I could, I need someone who would be able to share knowing about my secrets.
I'm not a very popular kid, people think I have a mental disorder. They didn't tell me, I just read it. Sometimes they look at me, but only with weird looks. I do have a mental disorder and I also know if someone else has.
I lay my head down on the table while I try to listen to the teacher's voice and look at the clock. Only 5 minutes left and then it's finally over. If you always sit alone it will get a little lonely in a while. I decide to look at some of the kids in my class. Some of them you don't even know exist and the other ones you wish you didn't.
I try to listen to the toughts of the 'popular' group. I only hear half of it, the rest of them are too far away from me.
I don't know which of them, but one boy is thinking about how much noise they are making and if it bothers anyone. I decide to be so kind to send him a brain message. A.K.A talk to him witout really saying it. I just sends a simple 'only a little young man' and he almost jumps. He looks around, trying to find the owner of the 'voice'. I decide to send him another message. 'You won't find me if you look around like that.' his expression falls en he stares to something in front of him while having a mad look on his face.
'You don't have to look so mad.' I message while I let out a little chuckle. What the fuck is happening? The boy asks himself. 'I'm talking to you.' I say softly. His expression hardens even more and then the bell rings. I pack my stuff and take one last look at the brunette boy.
I'm allowed to study him? 'May I have the honour of studying you?' I message him. He says yes really soft, and a few of his friend give him strange looks while a blush creeps on his face. 'Don't be shy, you're really pretty!'' A smile spreads over his face as e continues to pack his stuff.
He has dark brown hair in the most standard haircut, but it's goes really cute with his bright white smile and green eyes. At least I think they're green, I can't take a closer look right now. He is slightly tanned and actually has a lot of muscles which show trough his shirt a little. 'Do you work out?' I message. He softly nods his head and walks away.
Why is someone being so nice to me, I wish I knew who it was. I'd give him my number. And he walks out of the classroom. 'Bye' I send him and I'm of to my next lesson
