Sitting in
class, I have the feeling that someone is watching me. Not more than one
person. Just one. I look over to my left, and a girl is busy writing something
on a piece of paper. I look to my right, and there is this guy with light green
eyes and shoulder length hair that is dark brown. It is so dark that it’s
almost black. His skin is tanned from too much time in the sun. When I look
into his eyes, there is a look of recognition, as if he knows who I am. The
only problem is that I have no idea who he is. He must be new. He smiles. I’m
beginning to think he can read my thoughts. Who
are you, I mentally ask no one in particular. He’s still smiling and
looking at me. I don’t know if I should be flattered or frightened that I’m
such a sight. “What’s your name,” I ask slowly, leaning over in the aisle. He
opens his mouth to answer, but he is cut off by a throat clearing at the front
of the room. “Alexis, this is unlike you. I hate to do this, but you have a
warning. Please stop talking and pay attention to the bored,” says a teacher I
don’t remember. I blush from embarrassment as snickers take place in the room.
I nod my head as I look forward at the board, so the teacher will turn back
around. He does. I slowly turn my head back to the boy beside me. He holds up
his left index finger and mouths the word wait.
I suddenly feel impatient and raise my eyebrow at him. Nick, booms a voice in my thoughts. I feel my eyes widen at the
invasion in my head. How are you doing
that, I ask the voice. He leans over to my spot beside him and whispers,
“I’m just like you.”
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