Snow
The best part about snow is that it causes school to be out. I am so happy.
Random story time. This one is an old one. Very, very random.
This is the beginning of a story I wrote a while ago.
My story is a difficult one to start. I’m not even sure where it starts. Maybe it was when I was twelve, when people would ask me what number they were thinking of, and I could actually tell them. Or when I was fourteen and I started invading my friend’s minds. Or maybe I figured it out when I was six, and I beat everyone in my family at Clue. Whenever it was that I figured it out, the out come was the same. I was psychic. I am psychic.
It didn’t start to freak my friends out until I started telling them the juiciest gossip without actually opening my mouth. It was great for not being over heard. But eventually someone asked me if it worked in vice versa. If I could hear what they were saying in their own heads. I didn’t want to admit it, but I thought they would think it was as cool as the first deal was.
They didn’t.
It was well known in my little town that I was a freak. And that’s why I ran. I was gone before I turned sixteen. Oregon was no place for me anyway. I had a hundred or so dollars, most of it babysitting money, and I knew I could get work anywhere. I would simply tell the people who give the job interviews exactly what they wanted to hear, because I would know just what that was.
El fin,
Random story time. This one is an old one. Very, very random.
This is the beginning of a story I wrote a while ago.
My story is a difficult one to start. I’m not even sure where it starts. Maybe it was when I was twelve, when people would ask me what number they were thinking of, and I could actually tell them. Or when I was fourteen and I started invading my friend’s minds. Or maybe I figured it out when I was six, and I beat everyone in my family at Clue. Whenever it was that I figured it out, the out come was the same. I was psychic. I am psychic.
It didn’t start to freak my friends out until I started telling them the juiciest gossip without actually opening my mouth. It was great for not being over heard. But eventually someone asked me if it worked in vice versa. If I could hear what they were saying in their own heads. I didn’t want to admit it, but I thought they would think it was as cool as the first deal was.
They didn’t.
It was well known in my little town that I was a freak. And that’s why I ran. I was gone before I turned sixteen. Oregon was no place for me anyway. I had a hundred or so dollars, most of it babysitting money, and I knew I could get work anywhere. I would simply tell the people who give the job interviews exactly what they wanted to hear, because I would know just what that was.
El fin,