Prologue

how it happened

      Have you ever felt like you could tell what someone was thinking? Known what they were planning to do? Well I have, every single day of my life starting from around the age of twelve. The first time I was ever able to read someone’s thoughts was someday in March back when I was in 7^th grade. Everything was normal about the day. I didn’t get dumped in a vat of nuclear waste or anything like you read about when you hear about someone with a super power. I started out by waking up in the morning to the sound of my mom’s feet moving towards my room. She always woke me up in the morning because she didn’t want my alarm clock to go off and wake my brother and sister, Doug and Crystal, who were both starting the 4^th grade -They’re twins-. For some reason I always woke up the second my unconscious heard a creak near my bedroom door. So I get up and go through my morning routines as always. I always gave myself an hour to focus on clothes. Because of course I couldn’t just show up at school dressed in last season’s clothes. After having a quick breakfast I hopped in to my mom’s car.

 

     When I got to school I was automatically surrounded by my little group of…friends. Maybe friends was to warm a word, they were more like obedient little dogs and I, Pavlov. The group consisted of Angela who was your stereotypical blonde, except for the fact that she was very smart…well when it came to getting to the top of the food chain of popularity. Unfortunately for her, I was at the top, and no one had ever been able to knock me down from my metaphorical top step. Next came CeeCee who was also blonde, although from the bottle. She wasn’t really popular, but I allowed her in because, after all, who doesn’t want more followers?

 

    Then there was Pippi. No, that wasn’t here real name, it was actually Callie. But you have to understand that she looked exactly like Pippi Longstocking, with the freckles and the red hair. She also always wore her hair in two braids that were normal when her hair was long, but when she got a trim stuck straight out to the sides of her head. I don't really remember when she joined the group, one day she just appeared and since she was always quiet and did what we asked we let her stay in the group.

 

      Along with Angela, CeeCee and Pippy there were always seven or more other girls following. They were usually just some wannabes, but i tolerated their trailing behind me because I usually got great items out of it, like makeup and sometimes money.

 

      By now you could probably already see what role i played and what role the others played. I was the queen bee of the school. When I walked down the halls, everyone moved immediately out of the way. When i broke a pencil, someone gave me theirs even if it meant getting in trouble with the teacher since they no longer had anything to write with and do their work. Everyone was afraid of me, everyone hated me, and everyone wanted to be me.

 

      So the day was going fabulously as always when all of a sudden I started feeling weird. I then felt kind of like I had peed myself so I rush to the bathroom not caring about the fact that I probably look like a maniac running to the bathroom. I get inside and go to an empty stall. I check to see if I had really peed myself but hoping that I was just mistaken. Then I got a big surprise in the form of the "curse". I already knew what I had to do because even though my mom hadn't talked to me about that stuff, I had learned about during a video we watched a couple years previous.

 

     Skipping ahead, because no one wants to hear anymore about this. By that time my group was waiting outside of the bathroom and calling my name asking if I was ok. I collected myself, and then walked outside. Everyone asked me if I was fine, basically all of them not really caring. I told them that i just had to reapply my makeup. We all laughed it off and then headed to our classes, with everyone following me until I was inside of my class and then going to theirs. Before Angela left she touched my arm and asked me if I was sure I was ok and that she could tell me the truth since we were bffs and all. While she was asking me this a thought popped right in to my head " I bet you were throwing up like the bulimic you are". The weird thing was that it had sounded exactly like Angela's voice. But I knew that wasn't possible since her lips had stopped moving when i heard it.

 

I just decided to ignore that and answered her like had previously. She went off to her class put out that she didn't have anything to spread gossip about.

 

    The bell rang and my Pre-Algebra teacher Ms. Rockwell came in to the room. She told us all to be silent and to take out something to write with, we were about to have a test. Everyone groaned, but did as they were told. Math had always been my worst subject and i knew that I was going to fail it, but I didn't worry because I knew not to worry because the boy sitting next to me was the smartest kid in the class and also happened to have a crush on me so I would be able to convince him to trade his finished test with me and let me have it and replace his name with mine.

 

    So the test starts and I decided just to do some of the problems since the teacher was watching. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

damn, I ran out of ideas after the 3rd paragraph and I guess it's better to leave it like this for now and then come back later to edit and finish. But please tell me your opinion on it so far

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A good start to your story. Your poetry is very good. You could write a outstanding story. In a day in a life we have many things we see and do that can be written.
Coyote