Hi there this is my first fanfic please exuse any grammar or spelling errors I'm doing this whole thing on a tablet :P but feel free to review :)
misfit. That is one of the only words that has described me throughout my whole life. my parents were really young when they had me and didn't have much money but tried their best to give me the best life they could. we moved a lot, but always stayed in the same parts of the suburb's right on the Californian coast. when it came time to go to school they put me in the public schooling system and i could handle it completely fine, but when it came time for my younger sister Mia to join me the amount of people and style of learning over whelmed her so my mother and father took us both out of that school and put us into a charter program that was just starting out and had very few children going to school there.
most of the family's that had put their kids into the schooling program were very well off and looked down upon me and my family viewing us as lesser people than themselves, they didn't say anything to our faces but i could here bits of gossip between the mothers of friends that i had made there, when they didn't think i could hear "that Keely girl my daughter is friends with, she going to grow up to be no good," "probably will get pregnant at twenty just like her mother" "a bad influence on my dear little Molly". Each word they uttered taking sharp blows at my fragile young psych.
There was one person that told all of these things i herd people saying about me and my family to, it wasn't my mother because she looked too sad already and i didn't want to worsen that, and not my dad because he was always tired from working all the time and I didn't want to exhaust him any further, but instead a teacher of mine that I had had sense I had moved to the carter school when I was seven. Her name was Lillian Keller, she had long black hair that almost reached the waist of her slight frame, pale almost translucent skin, a kind young face, and a big white smile that seemed to be as big as her loving heart. The only thing that wasn't quite right about her were her eyes.
They were big and pale blue and seemed to match how perfect the rest of her was, but if you really look, you can truly see how old she is. They said the opposite of her youthful appearance, and that is what i had told her when i met her for the first time.
it was the first day of second grade and all of the boys and girls that were coming back to the school they had left behind just three months prior to this day rushing over to all over there school friends from the year prior, showing off there new school cloths there mothers had bought them. while i stood off to the side of the class room in slightly tattered hand me downs i got from the girl who live a few houses down from me, looking quietly for my name on a desk while trying to get a knot out of my curly blond hair. when i heard the "click clack" of shoes walking my way on the linoleum flooring, I turned around and craned my head up to look at who was walking my way.
There she stood in a bright coral pink sundress looking as youthful and fresh as anyone possibly could, this woman must have been my new teacher. she crouched down to my height and gave me a warm welcoming smile, she seemed nice, but when i looked in to her eyes a silence seemed to sweep over the room and all i could here were heart beats. two to be exact, and i saw everything she had seen; different worlds, new beauty's to my eyes, new terrors and wars too. Heard everything she had heard; new strange yet beautiful languages that sounded alien to my ears but i knew that they were familiar to hers. then i blinked with a gasp, and all the sights and sounds returned to there normal state.
the lady in front of me looked confused by the terrified yet awestruck expression glued to my face, "are you alright?" she asked me in a concerned tone. I swallowed dryly and gulped up some air "your really old." the lady in pink let out a slight chuckle and with a smile thinking i meant "old" by children's standards replied "yes, I am I guess." but I shook my head and with wide eyes and the most gravest of voices I whispered "No, I mean your too old." and her smile fell.
As the years flew by i would always try to ask her about what had happened that day we met, but never tried to push the issue because she would always give me a look that spoke for its self, saying "don't think to much about it, I'll tell you about when the time is right." and i would give an exasperated huff, sulk for a second then change the subject, and she would give a little smirk thinking i hadn't seen it and continue talking. That is the exact conversation that we have had for nearly eleven years now, on the eve of my eighteenth birthday, and they conversations are getting more and more frequent because I have been noticing how she she hasn't aged a day looks like she is 21 when she should be thirty-four.
we sat in the coffee shop Lillian had bought two years ago as a bussines investment, she had turned and abandoned old candy store a few blocks away from the beach into a quite a successful little coffee shop. i worked there with her as her only employ. It was usually bustelling with clients of all ages looking for there daily fix of caffeine, but it was a slow day and we had only had one or two people straggle in all day and i had the place spotless and took inventory twice, so Lillian and i sat down on one of the many couches scattered around the shop.
we chatted about nothing for a little while, before I decided to tell her something that had been bothering me all day. "It happened again," I muttered with eyes focused on my mug of black coffee. she swallowed her drink and her eyebrows knitted together and her lips pursued slightly.
"When?"
"When i was going to a interview at UC Santa Barbra yesterday for school," I winced at the memory. "How did it happen this time?" she asked.
"I was waiting for the secretary to send me into the office when I looked up and briefly met eyes with her and i was flooded with thoughts. It was brief but i heard everything she had been thinking about for the last hour." i bit my lip a little. "man she was bitter, not a very pleasant person," I mumbled. this had happened a few other times mostly randomly scattered through out the years, but there have been more happening recently. I never know who i'm going to ketch eyes with and then be bombarded with all of their thoughts.
Lillian took out a little journal she kept with her at all times and scribbled down everything I described about the event.
"what were you feeling before this happened?"
"Hungery," I receive a raised eyebrow from my interrogator and rolled my eyes "I was nervous. I was just about to make a first impression with a man who decides if i get to go to the university of my dreams or not." she hummed in response.
"and do you know what she was feeling in the same moment?"
"she was anxious. her divorce papers are being finalized today." I shared. It bugs me that i know these facts about strangers, invading there privet thoughts and secrets. I couldn't imagine why anyone would want this.
Lillian flipped her long hair up in to bun while i took mine down smelling the ammonia from my newly died red hair, "Okay, so that has been thirty counts total, eleven of which occurred in the last month alone, and the accounts seem to be getting closer together," she said factually. i ran my hand through my hair feeling the blood circualing correctly in my scalp and wincing slightly. "Maybe I'm just going crazy. I need a doctor."
