I put my feet up on the desk, lace my fingers behind my head and lean back.
"Thank you for accepting her into your lovely school. Taylor is a…" My mum looked at me tiredly as she struggled to find a word. "…Difficult child."
More like the spawn of Satan, floats from my brothers brain behind me. My head snaps round to him.
Did she hear that? He thinks. I get up as casually as I can, and pull out a bottle of Diet Coke. Popping the top open, I put three Mento's inside and silently slip it into my brothers jumper. As I exit I can hear the telltale fizz. Then shrieks erupt from behind.
"Oh my god!" Shouts my brother. I hear the coke splatter on the roof, and a bang as the bottle rockets through the wall and into the class room beside. More shouts. I reach out with my mind and one thought rises above all others.
I'm going to KILL YOU TALYOR! Thundered my mums mind. I smile. My grin spreads ever wider when my brother comes out the office, looking like he decided to take a swim in a bird bath.
Take that Darren. I project into his head and my brother runs at me. I dodge to the side, flick my foot out and Darren trips into a soggy heap on the floor. Looking up, I see mum, red faced and angry marching towards me.
Her aura glowed as red as her face with tinges of blue drifting at the edges. I let tendrils of awareness drift towards her. Her mind was ringed with stormy clouds with flashes of lightning, I retreat quickly, she was angry.
Very angry. She stomps past grabbing my arm and roughly yanking Darren to his feet. When we are successfully dragged into the car, mum turns to face me.
"Why did you do that?" My very angry mother accuses.
Ask Darren. I glare in his direction.
"Why wont you actually speak for once." It wasn't a question, more of a statement.
I hate my voice, its unnatural.
She doesn't say anything, but I hear the thought loud and clear; But its so beautiful. Could you just say something… anything… one sentence… a word…
Maybe Darren is right. I am not human. When I speak, people listen, they agree with whatever I ask. Every word that comes out my mouth is angelic, melodic, haunting. Its horrible. I've vowed to never speak out loud, ever, having seen its affects. I read minds. I see auras. There's definitely something wrong with me.