***
Sarah raced to her seat in class. Phew, just in time, she got glares from all of the people around her, what, what had she done? Did they know something she didn't?
Someone else was coming into the room, it was the boy with the violet hair. She paused to look at him again, he made a lovely sight to behold. The teacher was introducing him, Lazarus Southstone. Sarah sometimes wondered who had named her. No-one was called Sarah, the only people called Sarah were archaic people in books she read. And Smith? No-one had a surname like Smith! It was preposterous, people had names like Greenleaf and Blueoak and...Southstone. What sense did her name make? It was an occupation. She had no relatives that were smiths, they were doctors and lawyers and mechanics.
She turned her attention back to Lazarus, what lovely hair he had, she wished she could have had violet hair, her mother would never let her. She seemed to think that having ginger hair was beautiful. It wasn't, it was dull and drab and all together boring.
As if reading her mind Lazarus turned around and looked at her. He smiled and mouthed, 'you think too much.'
How strange, maybe it was the look on her face that had given her many thoughts away. She dismissed it, what did it matter anyway?
*
Lazarus listen to the girl, Sarah go on. She seemed to be smitten with his hair. Sure, people commented on it, but they rarely dwelt on it this much. In fact, compared to the other people in the class, Sarah's brain was chaotic, there was no control in it at all. She had moved on, her train of thought was now settled on her own hair. She seemed to think that it was... drab. It was quite dull, but that was only because she appeared not to have done anything at all to it. Ah, she was thinking her mother would never let her. He nodded his head as if agreeing with her, from what he could discern about her mother it was true, he didn't know any parents that were /that/ protective.
He couldn't send a message across the class, the teacher would pick up on that. So he turned around and mouthed, 'you think too much.'
*
The teacher was watching the people in the room. She should have mentioned something to the new kid, Lazarus, about Sarah. She didn't know all she was the last human, she didn't know that the others in her class weren't humans. Infact, she held no difference. Of course mind-reading was forbidden in school, but the new kid didn't seem to know this. No-one bothered to read Sarah's mind because she wasn't friends with anyone here. She was the freak, why would they be interested in her. All she did to them was tempt them, mmm, human.
Lazarus had turned around and mouthed something to Sarah, she seemed shocked. Yet the human mind was the human mind and it rationalized the event. They really were weak in everyway.
Sarah raced to her seat in class. Phew, just in time, she got glares from all of the people around her, what, what had she done? Did they know something she didn't?
Someone else was coming into the room, it was the boy with the violet hair. She paused to look at him again, he made a lovely sight to behold. The teacher was introducing him, Lazarus Southstone. Sarah sometimes wondered who had named her. No-one was called Sarah, the only people called Sarah were archaic people in books she read. And Smith? No-one had a surname like Smith! It was preposterous, people had names like Greenleaf and Blueoak and...Southstone. What sense did her name make? It was an occupation. She had no relatives that were smiths, they were doctors and lawyers and mechanics.
She turned her attention back to Lazarus, what lovely hair he had, she wished she could have had violet hair, her mother would never let her. She seemed to think that having ginger hair was beautiful. It wasn't, it was dull and drab and all together boring.
As if reading her mind Lazarus turned around and looked at her. He smiled and mouthed, 'you think too much.'
How strange, maybe it was the look on her face that had given her many thoughts away. She dismissed it, what did it matter anyway?
*
Lazarus listen to the girl, Sarah go on. She seemed to be smitten with his hair. Sure, people commented on it, but they rarely dwelt on it this much. In fact, compared to the other people in the class, Sarah's brain was chaotic, there was no control in it at all. She had moved on, her train of thought was now settled on her own hair. She seemed to think that it was... drab. It was quite dull, but that was only because she appeared not to have done anything at all to it. Ah, she was thinking her mother would never let her. He nodded his head as if agreeing with her, from what he could discern about her mother it was true, he didn't know any parents that were /that/ protective.
He couldn't send a message across the class, the teacher would pick up on that. So he turned around and mouthed, 'you think too much.'
*
The teacher was watching the people in the room. She should have mentioned something to the new kid, Lazarus, about Sarah. She didn't know all she was the last human, she didn't know that the others in her class weren't humans. Infact, she held no difference. Of course mind-reading was forbidden in school, but the new kid didn't seem to know this. No-one bothered to read Sarah's mind because she wasn't friends with anyone here. She was the freak, why would they be interested in her. All she did to them was tempt them, mmm, human.
Lazarus had turned around and mouthed something to Sarah, she seemed shocked. Yet the human mind was the human mind and it rationalized the event. They really were weak in everyway.
