Zoiemae's POV
Uggggh.
My first day of school.
I couldn't understand how anyone got excited by their first day of school;ever.
Ok, so maybe that isn't exactly true......
Once upon a time, i did know, and i was one of those people.
I would have my best friend come shopping with me and we would spend at least a day trying to figure out what looked best on us- even though it was only a new year, not a new school.
And then.......
Then, so many things happened at once.

My whole life changed.

Everything about me-and around me-changed.
It was like i was in a totally different planet.
And now, i was in a totally different country.
A different language.
A different town.
And, probably worst of all, a new school.

If only she were here.
She would have taken me shopping.
Hung out with me all day, pretending to be a teen, just so i would be happy.
Then, none of this would be bad.
Of course, also, none of this would have happened then, in the first place.
If she hadn't died.
If my mom was still here.

"Zoiemae!Are you coming yet? Breakfast's almost ready, hun!"my dad called from downstairs, using my full name as only he had done after her death.
"Comin' dad!Lemme throw on some clothes first, though!Gosh!"I called back,laughing.
Mornings had always been a joke in my family. Mom and I hadn't been the type who are dead in the morning, and we never took too long to get ready, but dad had always been up and ready within a minute and therefore thought we took too long,so was constantly teasing us about it. Mom had once mentioned it had something to do with his hard childhood, but I had no idea what she meant by that. I had met mom's mom, whom I called Gramma, but that hadn't been often since we lived in two different countries. But, I had never met dad's parents. I had heard very few words about them and that was usually only because of my improved hearing-and they hadn't been good ones. The main thing I remember is a muttered sentence-"tried to sell him off for his abilities..." and I was fairly sure that mom had ended that in what sounded like a growl or at least a sound of disgust.

"Zoe?Are you sure you're out of bed?Or am i gonna have to drag you out?"he laughed, knowing how much I dreaded today.
"Nope. I'm just not sure what to wear." I replied, startled out of my reverie. I knew that last comment would make him happy, so it was worth it to take my time to pick out something I would have worn, had I been back with Mari, taking on my first day of what there would be my last year of middle school, but here was my first day of high school. Ii picked out one of the outfits Mari and I had bought before I moved. It was a sparkly, turquoise top that hung on my shoulders, with a lighter blue tank top showing at the top with about an inch of the tank showing from the bottom. Underneath, I wore a pair of dark blue wash jeans-Mari insisted dark wash made my tan pop more, and looked more professional-and finally paired it with my white converse that had gray stars on them. I was ready to go. I walked down the stairs, and thought about the image I had seen in the mirror before I walked down. Concentrating on the visualization, I pushed the image towards my dad with my mind.
"You look beautiful, honey."He said looking at me with his unseeing eyes. Yup, you guessed it. My dad's blind. But, no, he wasn't lying and saying that just to make me feel good- okay, maybe he was, but he really could see what I looked like.
"Thanks, dad. Gotta go."I said grabbing a piece of toast from the table, as I simultaneously grabbed my bag and headed out door.
"Alright. And you're still projecting,just to let you know. You might want to quit it before some random person walks by and thinks they're going crazy because they see two of you,"he grinned.
"Oh, right. Thanks, I forgot."I said sheepishly as I walked out the door to catch my bus. And yes, my dad could see me-and, if you had walked by me right then,you would have seen two of me. I think. You know how you hear about people talk about telekinesis? Well what I do is something like that. Except that all I do is project the images I see. No controlling things. And no, I don't know why I can do it, so no questions, comprehendo?My family's weird, but I'm not tellin' you anythin' about it.