Apologies to all for the extreme delay as I had been busy dealing with volunteering works. However, I thank everyone for your patience and reviews… -smiles- So do remember, read and review. –Amy-

I walked down the hallway, losing track of time. I decided I would just hide myself in the bathroom for a moment. It was lunch period and I was skipping it. One reason, I just wanted to avoid them.

I remembered the threatening words I had heard from the mind of someone. My first suspect was Vanessa, of course. As far as I know, she's dangerous and very much dare to do anything. I was not afraid of her but there was a little voice within me that kept nagging at me. There were four of them by my side when I heard the threatening thoughts.

But who? I couldn't read from whom the thought was coming from. It feels like all of their thoughts were colliding towards each other. Like it was connected, which was weird. Each of us has our own mind. The four of them though felt like they share one mind.

I couldn't concentrate on the lessons the whole period. Something within me thinks that one of them were evil or perhaps all of them. Weird word to use but that's the word that appeared in my mind and of course it was my own thoughts.

All the time I was thankful that Amanda who was my seat partner didn't talk to me during lesson period. She seemed to be nervous or something, I could get that jittery feeling from her but I was too deep in my thoughts that I didn't think about listening to hers, not that I know how to control that ability yet.

The moment the bell rang, I scrambled from my chair, carried my books and papers and dashed out of the room, not giving Amanda a slightest glance. Thanking god that the bell didn't killed my ears this time, even though it still sounded annoying.

I ran down the hallway, almost tripping over my leg, just wanting to get away from the four of them and I was hoping so hard to not collide into Shaun. At that moment, I didn't wish to see anyone. I was feeling so weak like I hadn't eaten the whole day.

I turned around the corner, seeing the 'Ladies' sign, I pushed the door and stormed through. Two girls stopped talking and stared at me. They must have been applying lip-gloss as they were holding the applicator in their hands, frozen at my sight. Well, surprise girls!

I dropped my eyes to the floor and walked to one of the cubicle, pushing it with my finger gently. Great, the same cubicle I had been crying in the other day. Wish me luck for trying to hide. Seriously, couldn't I find somewhere else? I sighed loudly, aware that the two girls could hear me.

I waited till I heard them leave, the door slamming behind them, then I screamed to the walls, hearing my scream echoed all around the empty cubicles. I was frustrated. Annoyed being freaked out about the threat. As you can guess I am not easy to be freaked out. Of course I was freaked out about my ability. I mean how many of them could read mind or hear thoughts like I do.

But somehow, I was able to adapt to it, since it felt natural. Being threatened isn't natural. Well of course, whoever said it, didn't said it to my face. Well if she did, I would have tore her lips for that. I am not much of a patient person. After my dad left us, I started hiding my feelings, not wanting to hurt my mother as she had been doing the same thing too and yet I hear her cries sometimes and every night I hear her talking, like dad was there. But he never was there and I doubt he would ever be.

Something made me thought of practicing my ability. I have no idea of how I am to work my ability. Its not like it has an on and off switch button. Though, I wish it has them, so it'd be easy for me to turn it on when I need.

A thought flashed into my mind. Is it possible that I could perhaps read minds of others who aren't within a room that I'm in? How far or depth can my ability reach out? I thought this would be a good time to have it a try, especially when no one was around to distract me.

I pulled down the toilet seat and sat on it. My books and papers were still in my hand as I clutched them in my arms, wishing I had stopped by my locker and closed my eyes, trying to put all thoughts away. I concentrated, imagining the room I am within. There weren't any thoughts around, except my own so it was hard to feel anything, but slowly, the imagination in my mind turned to reality and it felt like I was really seeing the room through my own eyes.

I tried to move forward, of course still imagining the whole scene. I saw the hallway, and heard the thoughts of those around speaking. It's almost like I could see their sound wave, creating all those images around me. There were some of the students that I recognized from my classroom. I stayed back listening to them for a moment, as they gathered, talking about some trip that we were supposed to make and I wonder how was it possible that I hadn't heard about it.

Probably I didn't hear too many things. Of course, my mind hasn't been on any subject lately. Lucky me, I am a top student, most of the time at least, or I would have definitely be failing my grades this year, with all those thoughts running through my mind and the fact about my new found ability, I don't even feel normal.

I was thankful none of them were talking, neither thinking about me. For being a new kid, I was definitely considered weird or maybe a freak. So it did surprised me that they weren't talking about me. If it were my old school, we would definitely gathered in the cafeteria and gossiped away. Hey, it happens. Not like I joined the gossipers, but I sure enjoyed listening. Its always such a comedy tragedy for me and sadly, I do miss those times.

Then it occurred to me that they might be having gossips in the cafeteria, moreover, Amanda and friends would be there, so I decided to walk to the cafeteria or was I floating?

As I moved, I had this distant feeling that I was being watched. I turned my gaze to every corner of the hallway. Of course no one was watching me. Everyone was busy talking, none of them looked my way as I slipped through. Moreover, I am just sort of like imagining things right? Or am I not?

I stepped through the cafeteria door as someone walked out. There I scanned through the crowds. No one noticed me. I open my mind and tried to hear for words. There! I heard someone said my name. I zapped through to them. Seriously I think I flew! I was so fast! It drove me to shock when I suddenly realized I was near the one who was thinking of me. I looked down at the table, keeping my distance from them, just in case if they sense me.

Amanda backed out from her seat muttering something about wanting to find me and she knew where I was! Damn! I knew I was dumb to choose the same hiding place. Vanessa nodded not bothered, forking her salad down, while her sister sat quietly drinking a bottle of avian chatting with Ashley, whom was again, poking her salad. Do they ever eat anything at all?

That's when I felt it again. The feeling of being watched. I scanned through the crowd, glancing from one table to another. Sensing through their mind. None was thinking of me. Not even a word about the new girl. Even though I was relieved about that, I was a bit sad. Feels like I wasn't worth enough to talk about.

My body shivered. Is it possible that I could be being watched? How in the world do you see another's imagination? Unless of course! How could I not know this? What if we have another mind reader around?

I felt a prick. Like the other mind reader is nearby. I looked down upon the table I am in. All the girls were eating their lunch and shoving each other, laughing. I turned to Vanessa's group. Even they were busy with their business but I noticed something off-hand.

Claudia was sitting rigid, like all her senses were up. She was not looking up though. It was like she could feel me. I wonder if she was the mind reader, but the familiar prick proved me wrong. No, it wasn't Claudia. The other mind reader was behind me.

I turned. I glanced across the crowd, at the end of a corner. Behind a wall stood someone hiding in a shadow. The shadow stepped out a little. It was wearing all black. I tried to feel it, to read its mind, but somehow I felt like I ran into bricks.

It didn't hurt but it was like I couldn't get across to the other side. I didn't force through, not knowing how much strength the other person has and more over, I am newly practicing. Like they say, better be safe than sorry, though I am not sure who said it.

Just before I could try and look through pass that shadow to get a better look at that person, I heard someone calling my name and then I heard three loud noises.

Oh crap! I forget all about Amanda coming to get me over! I felt a jerked and I was back in my body. I opened my eyes and looked around. I was back in a cubicle and Amanda was calling my name, her voice full of panic. I got up, a wave of nauseous hit me and my head started to spin.

'Wait,' I called back, wanting her to shut up. She's worsening my headache. I leaned on the cubicle door, recollecting my balance. After a few seconds, with Amanda pestering me to open the door, I finally stepped out of the cubicle and dropped into Amanda's arms again, my books and papers clattering down the tiled floor.

Isn't this getting all too familiar?

'What's wrong Gracy? What happened?' her voice was so shaky, as she held me up. She really cares. It warmed my heart.

What am I going to tell this girl? I just walked through my imagination? Which is so weird. It just struck me as being freaky. How in the world can imagination turned into reality? I saw Amanda and heard her thoughts of finding me but how was it that it turned out to be real? Imaginations are just thoughts of mind, like a fantasy right?

So if that part of imagination is real, which means, the shadow was real too. Someone was watching me. Worse, someone knew about my ability!

And all I knew about this person was that he definitely was a guy with almost the same ability as mine only, he was also able to see me as I mind traveled.

But who was he? Why was he watching me? Is it because I have the similar ability and it got him curious or was it more than that?