Made this when I was super bored….tell me what you think & I'll think about continuing it. all fictional
People don't believe me when I say things aren't what they seem. They all think that I'm a Goth, a emo kid or a psycho. They don't get why I wear dark colors. They don't get why I don't like to hug and give high fives. If they only tried to get to know me, well, then they'd have a reason to avoid me. If they knew what I could do, they'd realize that the bullying and name-calling isn't a good idea. I can do things that regular people can't. but, what's regular anymore? All I see is wanna-be gangsters, dumb blondes, and preps.
I'm a empath, and over-all psychic.
I can tell what you're feeling, what you're thinking, and how you're going to die.
It's ok. Don't be scared. I can't really hurt you. But people freak when they find out I know their thoughts. I try not tell people that I know how they're going to die. I think you can figure out people's reactions to those statements.
I bet you're wondering who I am. My name's Mira Amore Salvatore. I'm a full-blood Italian bambino. I live in Boston, Massachusetts. I go to Boston Public High School. I don't have any friends here. I guess it doesn't matter. I'd know when they lie, when they talk about me. The only people in the whole world that I can trust are my mom and my grandma. They would never lie to me.
My dad left when I was about to turn 1. My mom wanted to know why he was out late the night before. He said he was with his friends from work. Lie. My mom asked him if he was with another woman. He said no, that he'd never do that to her, the love of his life. Lie. It broke my mom's heart. I know all of this because 1) my mom thinks of it on my birthday and 2) my grandma showed me my mom's diary from the 90's. All I know about my father is, 1) his last name is Salvatore, 2) he only speaks Italian and 3) he is an illegal immigrant.
This is the story of my life. With all the bonus feature of my feelings, family drama, friends (?), and love. Stay tuned. Anything can happen when you read minds.
