The last thing that I wanted was to be the center of attention. Dozens of people looking at you, analyzing your every move and wondering why you're doing that and what you'll do next. The worst part is the judgment that inevitably comes with being looked at. It's not that I think there's something wrong with me, I know that outwardly I look like every other girl, besides being a bit more pale and fragile than most. It's what's on the inside that makes me different, and showing those things inside is not something I do often. In fact that's an understatement, I never do it… anymore.

Being raised in Phoenix, Arizona gives you an appreciation for living in a big city. There are tons of people around and no one gives a rats ass who you are. I love it because, unless I trip, no one looks at me. I grew up with the same kids from kindergarten to 10th grade. They all pretty much ignored me. Breaks in elementary school were spent buried in a book or on the swings enjoying the rush of air against my face. Some called me a loner and a loser, but I was happy, content in myself.

Then high school started. 8th grade went off without a hitch. More time spent reading and doing homework as there were no swings on campus. My teachers were great, they never called on me in class and I always brought home a report card with pretty little A's all over it. Again, happy and content are the words I would use at this point in my life.

Then 9th grade started and in walked James Nomad Jr. He was simply wonderful. When I saw him in the halls, I couldn't help but look at him. He never looked my way though, and quickly he became popular and the subject of much swooning in the female student body. When the prettiest girl in school attached herself to his arm, I resigned myself to stolen glances and wishes.

It was the beginning of 10th grade that changed my life. I mentioned earlier that my inside was different and if people knew about it, they'd look at me like I was an alien or something. Well, that'd because since I was a very little girl I've been able to will things to move without touching them. No one on earth except my mom, dad and me know about this abnormality in my brain or wherever it comes from. It started with I was a few months old, or so my mom tells me. When I would cry things would rattle around me. When I laughed things around me would vibrate, and if I was startled or scared, things were jump.

As I got older, my emotions became more and more linked to this defect. It got to the point where light bulbs would burst and small appliances would short out. My dad wanted to take me to see a doctor, he was scared for me, worried that I wouldn't fit in. My mom refused to expose me to all the tests that doctors and whoever else would want to run on me. Though my mom always denies that I was the reason for her and my dad's divorce, I know that it was due to me and my stupid curse.

I was four when we moved from Forks, Washington to Phoenix. It was there that I forced myself to control my emotions. By the time kindergarten started, I was outbreak free for the most part and I never told a living soul. That is until 10th grade when I opened up and let someone in. Someone I thought cared about me, wanted to be there for me in every way.

My downfall started when James dumped his hot girlfriend and declared himself a bachelor looking for his soul mate. The very same James that never looked at me once the year before, came right up to me during lunch and sat across from me at my usually empty lunch table. I trusted him almost immediately. His charm and charisma got into my head and under my skin. He would pick me up at sunset and take me on long drives where we would talk about everything. He told me about his mother and father and how his sister had cancer and his uncle committed suicide. He opened up in ways that I never knew were possible.

I felt safe in my decision to tell him about my skeletons. On one of our long drives, we stopped in a park and walked hand in hand through the trees. I told him about my parent's divorce and how it was my fault. He refused to believe it was my doing so I told him everything about my weird ability. I don't know what I expected, but I was pleasantly surprised when he took it so well, even being understanding and asking questions. He wanted me to show him, but I had spent so long repressing it that I flat out refused to give a demonstration. Which he accepted.

That night he gave me a little kiss goodnight. I was walking on air all the way up to my room where I drifted into happy dreams of having someone, besides my parents, in on my secret who knew I was different and loved me anyway.

This euphoric feeling lasted until I stepped through the front door of the school to everyone staring at me. "Hey, Carrie! Want some pig's blood?!" someone yelled from somewhere in the throng. Then the whole mass erupted in laughter, and there in the thick of it all was James Nomad Jr., laughing the hardest of them all. Every piece of glass within 10 meters of me shattered as my heart and soul shattered.

I ran.