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Chapter 1 Your eyes, I feel on my back. So cold and full of hate. What did I ever do to you? I don't deserve this. Please stop, all of you! STOP IT! I suddenly sat up. It was a dream, all a dream. Those horrible dreams I had been having since I was little and I came to the Cherry Hill temple. I was little again, no older than twelve and all their eyes were watching me. Those cruel, hard, hate-filled eyes. Adults and children alike hated me. I was considered weird and out of place. I always had visions and people would think I was a freak. My dad thought I was a freak, he left my mother to die and left me to Grandpa. On the way to school I passed all of my so called "friends". The followers that only admired me for my looks and charm, the ones who didn't care who I really was. By this time I was out of T.A. and into a normal highschool,then into college one with slobbering boys that would drool all over me. I hated them, so eventually they didn't pay attention to me anymore and I faded into the back of every one's minds. And that was just fine for me. The scouts were no more. We had all given up our dream. Ami, gone to Med school years ahead of her time. Usagi, that meatball head was taking three grades over again. Makoto quit school and started up a small business of her own. I sometimes went to her after school. And Minako.well she was scouted for a BIG Hollywood movie and the last I saw of her was in a movie called "Sex Goddes" No need to emphasize on what she was into. It was my first day of this college and I was nervous. I had quit the other one and came to this one, named Fumiko Technology college. I was trying my luck and a major in Technological study of advanced machinery. What a name. My first class went on well, I payed attention, and stayed out of every one's way and they ignored me. But I heard whispers of my name, rumors flying about saying I was a freak and that I could read minds and had psycic powers. Idiots, all of them. In the hall I crashed into a junior. Oh boy, one of the populars this was going to be one heck of a bicker. "Hey why don't you watch where you are going?!" he hissed and fixed his shirt collar. I sook my head picking up my notebooks and walked away. I felt a look of disclosure on his face. Then a girl walked up to him and whispered, though I could hear her distinctly, and say "Didn't you know? That freak almost never talks to anyone, she has a pretty face but she is psycic and could kill you." He chuckled slightly at the girl's comments obviously not believing her. The rememberance of his face hit me later, he was Hiroki, one of the school's playboys and a model, or so people say. THE most popular boy in school and the most hard to get. I prayed we would never meet again. My god I did pray but as luck would have it he was in my advanced computer class the next day. And he was sitting right behind me. I felt his gaze on the back of my neck and I lowered myself in my chair. This was going to be a very, very long day. With him staring at me I was NOT in a good mood.
Chapter 1 Your eyes, I feel on my back. So cold and full of hate. What did I ever do to you? I don't deserve this. Please stop, all of you! STOP IT! I suddenly sat up. It was a dream, all a dream. Those horrible dreams I had been having since I was little and I came to the Cherry Hill temple. I was little again, no older than twelve and all their eyes were watching me. Those cruel, hard, hate-filled eyes. Adults and children alike hated me. I was considered weird and out of place. I always had visions and people would think I was a freak. My dad thought I was a freak, he left my mother to die and left me to Grandpa. On the way to school I passed all of my so called "friends". The followers that only admired me for my looks and charm, the ones who didn't care who I really was. By this time I was out of T.A. and into a normal highschool,then into college one with slobbering boys that would drool all over me. I hated them, so eventually they didn't pay attention to me anymore and I faded into the back of every one's minds. And that was just fine for me. The scouts were no more. We had all given up our dream. Ami, gone to Med school years ahead of her time. Usagi, that meatball head was taking three grades over again. Makoto quit school and started up a small business of her own. I sometimes went to her after school. And Minako.well she was scouted for a BIG Hollywood movie and the last I saw of her was in a movie called "Sex Goddes" No need to emphasize on what she was into. It was my first day of this college and I was nervous. I had quit the other one and came to this one, named Fumiko Technology college. I was trying my luck and a major in Technological study of advanced machinery. What a name. My first class went on well, I payed attention, and stayed out of every one's way and they ignored me. But I heard whispers of my name, rumors flying about saying I was a freak and that I could read minds and had psycic powers. Idiots, all of them. In the hall I crashed into a junior. Oh boy, one of the populars this was going to be one heck of a bicker. "Hey why don't you watch where you are going?!" he hissed and fixed his shirt collar. I sook my head picking up my notebooks and walked away. I felt a look of disclosure on his face. Then a girl walked up to him and whispered, though I could hear her distinctly, and say "Didn't you know? That freak almost never talks to anyone, she has a pretty face but she is psycic and could kill you." He chuckled slightly at the girl's comments obviously not believing her. The rememberance of his face hit me later, he was Hiroki, one of the school's playboys and a model, or so people say. THE most popular boy in school and the most hard to get. I prayed we would never meet again. My god I did pray but as luck would have it he was in my advanced computer class the next day. And he was sitting right behind me. I felt his gaze on the back of my neck and I lowered myself in my chair. This was going to be a very, very long day. With him staring at me I was NOT in a good mood.