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A/N 1: All mistakes are mine!

Ten Days

Chapter 1: Finding Me

Gifts are rare things. Only a few people on earth have it, and they are all spread over our planet.

In the little silly excuse for a city called Lima many gifted people lives. I'm one of the few. But I'm different. Gifted people are supposed to be stunningly beautiful with thick shiny hair and spot-free skin. They are all incredible smart, like straight-A's-in-every-class-smart. Gifted people's eyes always spark like hundreds of stars has moved into them and shines like they're still in the night sky. The eyes are probably the clearest sign, if you don't count the inhuman powers.

I don't have the beauty (Sure, I'm not ugly either, but you get it.) or the sparkling eyes, only the ability to read other people's mind. Most gifted people find their power when they are about five years old. They play in the mud in their backyard and suddenly they can shoot fireballs out of their palms or something. Their parents get all "Oh, my baby is chosen," and soon ends up with a burn mark or two. Lovely.

I on the other way, didn't find out about my condition until I was thirteen. I was in class a sunny afternoon, peacefully reading a book about cell proliferation when I heard the boy with the Mohawk who was sitting behind me say something.

"Berry, you've got one of a nice ass. I'm sure you would look so good in my bed, without clothes." he said in a little faint voice. I was surprised, if not even shocked that someone would say that about me, the biggest freak in the school, out loud. And I'm certainly shocked that a thirteen-year-old would say something like that. I turned around in my chair and glared at the boy whose name I think was Noah. He looked at me with a wondering expression on his face. "What?" he asked quietly.

I crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't ever talk about my butt like that. I don't want to be your little wannabe if that's what you think."

Noah looked more than shocked when I said that, almost frightened and I didn't understand why. I had clearly heard what he'd said and it's pretty weird no one else heard him. "Did I say that out loud?" he questioned in that blurry voice. Now it's my turn to be surprised. His mouth didn't move at all when he spoke. "I didn't say anything about you, loser. Only in your dreams."

Now his mouth was moving. This was really confusing. What was this? Could he mime or something? Or was I going crazy? I would bet my money on the second option. No way that boy could mime.

I nodded a quick okay before I turned around again, facing the blackboard. I tried to concentrate on my work again but it was hard. I heard loud murmurs behind me all the time and it was very disturbing. I couldn't really understand how Miss Stephen couldn't hear it.

The weirdest thing was that everyone was talking to themselves. I could hear someone whine about how long the class was and someone else counts. I could hear some girl daydream about a boy. But all voices sounded a little off, like I was listening with a cover on my head.

I started to worry that I actually was going crazy. When the class ended I hurried out the door as fast as I could, trying to escape the murmuring voices in the back of my head. I met Santana and Quinn, my two best friends, at my locker. Both Santana and Quinn are gifted; they have the beauty, the eyes, the brains (Okay, Quinn doesn't have that,) and of course powers. Together we make a great little trio. They and me.

Quinn Fabray; maybe known as The Ice-Queen. And she really is the Ice-Queen. Not that she's mean or something, she's one of the nicest people I know. No, she has the power to freeze water. It comes very handy actually. Like when you want a Popsicle but don't have any at home. You can just pour up some juice in a glass, put in a pin and freeze the water. Easy.

Then there is Santana Lopez. Santana has a very extraordinary power. She is what many calls chameleon-cursed. There's many people who have this but different sorts (Two people can't have the same power, there would be consequences and not good ones). When Santana sees someone their body and face translates into a picture that goes into a different kind of memory she's had ever since she was born. She can then copy their body and their face from the picture she has in her memory and transform into them. Many avoids Santana because of this. But she doesn't mind she told me and Quinn. "Seriously, who wants a crowd of people around you. You can't have any privacy."

And then there's me. Rachel Barbra Berry. Born December 18th 1994. Adopted by my two dads. Normal, ordinary. So not special you can be (Except my fantastic singing voice of course.) It's always been that way. Quinn and Santana and the third wheel; me.

"Hey Rach!" Santana cheered happily as she came closer to me with Quinn attached to her hip. Quinn smiled widely at me.

"Hi." I said half-heartedly. The two girl's smiles faltered. I looked at them with my chocolate eyes whilst they gave me concerned looks.

"What's up, Rachel?" Quinn asked with genuine unease in her soft, feminine voice. I shrugged a little and looked down on the floor. All of a sudden Quinn's facial features turned into something that looked close to fear. "Please don't say you're pregnant."

I flinched at Quinn's words and my facial features turned into shock. "Quinn, that's such an inappropriate thing to say!"

Quinn licked her lips. "Why? It could be true. You've gotten your period."

How could she know that? I'm not exactly the person who screams it from the rooftops. "And how do know that Quinn?" I asked with traces of irritation and most of all embarrassment tracking my voice. Quinn looked down at the dirty floor.

"I may have looked through your bag." She said as I saw the red color from guilt and embarrassment spread over her cheeks. "And I may have found a box of tampons."

Santana glanced at Quinn whilst I glared. "Really Quinn?" Santana said, clearly amused. I was feeling everything besides amused that moment. "Why?" I cried out before Santana did. I could almost feel that she didn't have a good reason. Oh how right I'd been.

"Well, I needed to borrow a pair of socks and you always bring an extra pair so...I opened your locker and stole them."

I felt a small trace of frustration come crawling. She's as smart as a burned piece of paper, which I didn't believe is very smart. "Why would you steal them?" I asked and Santana nodded to show that she wanted to know the same thing. "You could just have asked."

Quinn cleared her throat before she began talking. "I didn't think of that." I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, you both know how Mr Tagger insisted on having security-cameras in the janitor's closet?"

I nodded slowly as I began to understand where her story was going. And I thought that I would probably not like the end. "Go on." I said quickly.

Quinn curled a lock of blond hair around her finger that had fallen out from her ponytail.

"Well, I used your socks to cover the cameras so I could make-out with Puck in there."

I felt my mouth dry out a little bit. How could my best friend have a relationship like that with such a creep? Sure he's better than the Jewfro Jacob Ben Israel who always followed me around but still. A shiver of disgust raced down my spine. "Seriously Quinn? You are thirteen and so am I." I said, trying to calm down. "Which brings us back to the actual topic. No Quinn, I'm not pregnant."

"Because that would be really weird." Santana finished and I nodded firmly. It really would. Quinn snorted and crossed her arms. "It probably would be kind of odd since you're still a virgin. Right?"

"Okay let's go back to my problem." I didn't even answer Quinn. Sometimes she really scares me with her extreme stupidness. "I think I'm going crazy."

Santana frowned. "Huh? Why do you think that. To me you look completely normal. Even though you're wearing animal sweaters." Quinn nodded and smiled at me. "Yeah, you look great. Not pregnant or anything." I groaned loudly. How could she be gifted? She seriously has no brains at all. "Quinn, for the last time; I'm not preggo. Please, let it go."

I shook my fingers through my dark brown hair. I didn't thought that this would be so complicated. "Anyways, like I said, I think I might be crazy." I sighed. Santana and Quinn looked at me with worry in their beautiful eyes. "I heard voices in my head before. I sat in front of Noah-"

"Puck." Quinn corrected quickly. Santana nudged her with her elbow. I wanted to do the same.

"Whatever. I sat in front of Puck and suddenly he threw out some comment about my butt. So I turned around and told him to never do that again. Then this weird thing happened. I think he said "Did I say that out loud?" but I'm not sure. His voice was a little blurry. Anyways he didn't open his mouth when he said it. It was so creepy!"

Santana and Quinn looked at me with chock staining their beautiful faces. I understood them. I would probably do the same if they told me what I just told them. Santana cleared her throat and collected herself so she looked calm again. "What am I thinking right now?"

I furrowed my forehead. That was an odd question to ask. "Huh? Why would you ask me that? How can I know what's going on in your head?" My eyes widened. "Do you think I'm crazy?"

Santana's face looked like it was made of beautiful marble. Quinn only looked confused. I understood her. "No, just tell me what I'm thinking right now. Concentrate."

I sighed but did as she said. I closed my eyes and was simply trying to reach Santana's thoughts. Nothing weird about that. But soon I heard a quiet mumble. It sounded like it was far away but I was getting closer. I could hear words in the mumble when it got closer. When it was close enough the words were clear as a day. "Rachel, if you hear this you can read minds. Exciting, isn't it? I knew you were gifted. You've always fit in with me and Quinn. And you are too smart not to be gifted."

I cut my mind from Santana's thoughts and opened my eyes. She grinned at me. Quinn smiled too, even though she probably didn't understand the seriousness in all this. I smiled a genuine smile to my best friends. "How?" I asked happily. "I mean I'm not beautiful the way you guys are. I don't have the eyes. Sure, I have the brains but I always thought I stole that from Quinn."

"Hey! I can be smart when I want to." Quinn said slightly offended, but I could hear the happiness in her voice. I just smiled at her. This was the moment I've been longing for. Being special.

Santana shrugged. "You can't ask 'how' in situations like this. It just happens." Santana wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "You can do this." she whispered in my ear. I smiled. Of course I would do this. "But please, don't tell everyone. It would just cause you a lot of trouble." she continued. I nodded. I understood why.

All of a sudden the bell rang through the hallway. Santana let go of me and I quickly said goodbye to her and Quinn. I opened my locker and gathered all my things that would be useful in history before I hurried away to class.

I entered the room and sat down in an empty seat. I putted my things on the table in front of me and looked at the empty seat beside me. Of course I'll be the one who would sit alone. To everyone I was still Rachel 'The Loser' Berry. The normal and boring person. I sighed. Well, at least I had space to move.

Five minutes after the class had started the door opened. My head flung up from my book. I saw this tall boy come inside the room. He had to be new because I'd never seen him before. He was really good looking. Maybe the most handsome boy I'd ever seen. He had hazel colored eyes and the same colored hair and probably the cutest dimples I've ever seen. He looked around the room before he looked at our teacher. "I'm sorry I'm late. I couldn't find the classroom."

Our teacher nodded. "It's alright Mr Hudson. You take the empty seat besides Miss Berry."

"Thank you." the boy replied before he started to walk towards me. Well not exactly to me, but to the seat beside me. He quietly sat down and opened his book. He looked at me and smiled a crooked smile. "Hi, I'm Finn." he said quietly to me. I looked up from my book again and smiled back at him. "Rachel." I whispered.

"Pretty name." he said and his smile widened a little as mine did too. "Thank you Finn. Yours isn't bad either."

We looked into each others eyes for a couple of seconds before he tore his eyes from mine and started studying. My smile faltered a little as I looked down at my own work. But soon I felt someones fingers on my arm, trying to get my attention. "Hey Rachel. Do you understand any of this?" Finn's whispering voice asked me.

Little did I know that this was the day our tether was created. And it would only grow stronger.

A/N 2: As you see Quinn isn't the sharpest crayon in the box. She's like Brittany. Maybe a little smarter. But I like the Quinn-Rachel-Santana friendship better than the Brittany-Rachel-Santana friendship. But I think Brittany will appear in the story though.

I hope I will be able to write more now. Thank you so much for reading, it means so much to me.

Please review, it always makes me so happy to know that someone's reading! The next chapter will be up soon!

And I say it again: All mistakes are mine!