The discovery
First day of my last year of this high school and it is already a bummer. Let me walk you through my day.
When I woke up this morning, I looked at my alarm and saw it was already 9:00 am. This means that I missed my first class. As I was rushing to the closest bathroom to brush my teeth and hop in for a second in the shower, the bathroom was occupied. *ugh* I ran back to my bedroom and changed my clothes into fresh ones. I hear my mom calling from downstairs that I need to go because otherwise, I will get an around-the-clock schedule from school.
"Master Luke, your breakfast is in this bag, and your schoolbag with your lunch is ready in the hallway. The car is upfront, and we are ready to take you to school. Do you need anything else?"
"No, thank you, Ace." I made a reference and ran to the car. "Good morning George, what a beautiful day. How are you doing? Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thank you, Master Luke. I hope you slept as well. Now, of we go. You will run late."
"Ha. Ha. Ha. That's funny, George." I said while watching outside the window. It is still weird to be part of this wealthy family. After growing up with them, I didn't know any better, but still. I would rather ride my bike instead of being driven to school. But so be it—more reason to be lazy.
After a ride of fifteen minutes, we arrived at my high school. When I said goodbye to George and entered the premises, I already had a gut feeling that this day won't be a great day. My gut was right, during the sweep in my locker I find out that I had brought the wrong books. Then I heard them:
"Oh, Master Luke, you forgot that you had a meeting with us in the boys' locker room."
"Oh, hi, boys. Could you just leave me alone, I was heading to my next class. Thank you very much."
*ugh* I hate these guys. They are making fun of me since middle school. The only reason they do that is that they never believed or accepted that I was adopted to a wealthy family and that I have outstanding grades. I don't like to brag about myself, but I am a typical straight-A student. I have always believed that they were jealous of me.
After saying that I need to go to my next class, they just let me go. That was weird.
"I'm sorry, did you say something?" I asked them. All I got was one shocked face and confusing faces. No one was talking to me. But I am sure that I heard someone talking. Or was it just me?
At my biology class, we were talking about cutting a frog. We needed to pair and not surprised; I was alone. But that was okay. I have more peace working alone than working together. People always get in the way. After thirty minutes, we handed the frog in, and we got grades. Of course, I got an A+; I think this biology teacher has a crush on me. I messed up the assignment.
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School ended at 3:00 pm, and George sat peacefully in the car, reading a book.
"Good afternoon Master Luke; how was your first school day?"
"Hey George, it was weird. Something is happening to me, and I don't know what to do."
"If it is about your body, you must talk with Master Garcia. If it is about your mind, you must talk with Miss Garcia." Said George, and we drove off on our way to the mansion. My parents knew about my mind? Why didn't they tell it earlier?
Once home, I greeted Ace and asked where my mother was. "She is in the garden, talking to Butler Jeffrey, Master Luke."
As I arrived at the garden, I saw that my mother and Jeffrey were planting new flowers in the fresh dirt. "Mother, can I talk to you? It is important." She looked at the with a big smile and said:
"Of course, my darling. If you give me five minutes, I will meet you in the living room. Can you ask Ace for a cup of thee and a biscuit?"
"Yes, mother," I said and walked back to the mansion. I asked Ace to make thee and biscuits and grabbed for myself a glass of coke. As mentioned, after five minutes, my mother walked in and wiped her hands on an apron.
"What do you want to talk about, my darling?" And she nipped of her hot thee.
"I. I," I stammered, how can I say this? I nervously wiped my hands on my pants. "Is there something wrong with me?"
"No, honey. There is nothing wrong with you. Why do you ask?"
"I can hear what people think, and it is driving me crazy," I said and looked away from her face. Why is she so calm about it?
"Oh darling, it is happening already? It is nothing you need to worry about. Let's go for a walk to the waters, okay, darling? We can talk there privately." We stood up and changed our shoes into walking shoes and began to walk.
We walked and talked for about two hours when we were back at the mansion for diner. I still cannot believe what my mother said to me about mind reading.
It is already 11:00 pm, and I still cannot sleep. We talked about how I was abandoned by my birth parents when I was fourteen weeks old. They were young and didn't have enough money and time to take care of me. We talked about my mark on my wrist, that everyone was suspicious about it, and didn't want me in their home. It was a mark that shows there is something special about that person.
My mark was in the shape of a diamond, I am extraordinary, according to my mother. My mother also said that my powers are soon in their progress. Normally, they would appear around my 18th birthday and my foster parents weren't prepared that it was already happening. However, they were glad that it was in the early phase.
Mind reading. I can read people's minds. How? Did I get this gift from my birth parents? Did I get this randomly? Can I control it or will it just happen? I had many questions, but my foster parents couldn't answer them. They only knew I have this power and when I cannot control it, it will become bigger and bigger. Eventually, it can go dark.
Dark? What would my mother mean by that?