Half the walk home, Kokomi is completely silent. I can tell that she's contemplating something, probably how to properly be mad at me, or even if she should be mad at me at all.

Scratch that, she should be very mad at me.

She hates that I know that she has a crush on someone.

Honestly, I don't even really know how I know. It just sorta popped into my head one day while we were eating dinner. The notion of the oh-so-perfect Kokomi having a crush like a regular high school girl was so surprising to me that I had almost spat out the chicken noodle soup we were eating.

"Hey Kokomi, do you have a crush on someone?" I had asked after swallowing. This time, she almost spat out her soup. She hid it well, though. I can't say the same for Makoto, who dropped his glass of water and looked like he didn't even notice when it shattered across the table. He just sat there, kind of numb.

With the broken glass everywhere, it was the end of dinner and my question didn't get answered, but I knew I was right.

That's been happening a lot recently, actually, when a random piece of information pops into my head about someone that I look at. And then when I try to confirm whether or not it is true, they always look at me like I just told them their deepest secret. They usually end up not answering. I don't really get it, I'm just trying to confirm the accuracy of the random thoughts that pop up in my head.

"Nomi." My sister says. I'm brought back to the present, remembering that I'm still walking home from the situation that just happened at her school.

I look up at her.

"I don't have a crush on someone."

It takes me a moment or two to fully process her words.

To be honest, I'm really shocked. I was so certain. But even though Kokomi lies to people all the time, she'd never lie to me, right?

For some reason, that idea doesn't ring true.

"You're lying." I blurt.

Kokomi let out a perfect sigh.

"Let's just make a deal that you never come to my school again, alright? Non-students shouldn't be on campus anyway."

"No one would notice me anyway." I mumble.

"Nomi." Kokomi begins with a warning tone.

"It's true. You know it's true."

"We're not talking about that." Perfectly avoiding the topic of how her little sister is so boring. "You are not to come to PK Academy anymore, do you understand?"

"We're fluent in the same language, sister. Of course I understand."

Kokomi isn't convinced that I won't come to her school anymore. That's rather perceptive of her, I plan to go back tomorrow. But she drops the topic because it wouldn't be very perfect of her to repeat herself five times.

Dinner that night is cereal because Makoto burnt the 3-step mac 'n cheese.

School is really boring. I knew this, and I think most everyone knows this, but today it has been truly confirmed. What is math compared to the fascinating idea that someone in my sister's class has psychic powers? I raise my hand. It takes a minute for the teacher to notice, but he eventually calls on me.

"I'm bored. May I leave? I have something a lot more interesting to look into."

Silence. The whole class gapes at me as if I'm out of my mind. I have to admit, I don't really understand why Kokomi likes being gaped at.

"You can't, Nomi. Please pay attention." My teacher eventually says. He rubs his head and looks at me for a second longer, as if still shocked by my statement, before returning to parabolas.

"But Mr. W," I say loudly. "I can't pay attention. My mind is occupied by this situation I'm having. I seem unable to think about anything else."

Sighing and rubbing his head, he replied without much patience. "Doodle or look out the window or something, Nomi. Stop interrupting class."

"If I continue to interrupt class, can I leave?"

Mr. W rubs his head yet again. This is just something he does. I think he has a constant headache from dealing with his students all the time.

"You can only leave class to go to the bathroom, Nomi. Would you like to go to the bathroom?"

"But I don't need to use the bathroom."

He seems to be frustrated. Maybe I'm interrupting class a bit too much. I should probably stop.

"Sorry Mr. W. Please continue with the lesson."

"Nomi, is it a bad situation that you're in?" Gina, a girl in my class, asks me with a very concerned voice. She is a very nice person, and probably the closest thing I have to a friend. She has very plain hair that she often pins back with sparkly barrettes. Maybe for Christmas I should get some pretty barrettes for her.

"No, thank you for your concern though. I'm perfectly fine." But I really don't want to have to sit in this classroom anymore. I want to go back to my sister's school as soon as possible. If I go after school, there won't be any time to observe because their school will just be letting out too. I need to make sure that I'm home before Kokomi so that she doesn't suspect, and I absolutely cannot be caught.

It has to be now.

I dislike lying, but I don't hate it enough to never do it.

"Mr. W, I changed my mind, I do have to use the bathroom. I fear that I ate something horrendous and will be stuck in there for a long time. Can I go?"

He rubs his head again and moves back to the whiteboard to begin his lesson again. "Just take the bathroom pass and go." He says monotonously. "So we know how to create a parabola now. What happens when I put this negative sign right here, in front of the equation?"

During this, I get up and leave the room, snatching the pass on my way out. No one watched me leave. Now that I thought about it, I could have just gotten up and left without anyone noticing from the start.

Sometimes I'm dumb.

Having no plans to return to school for the rest of the day, I grab all my stuff when I leave. I drop the bathroom pass outside the bathroom so that it will be properly returned by a student who notices it. I assume that it will be noticed. I wonder what that's like.

I'm actually excited to return to my sister's school. I really want to meet and talk to that psychic. Oh, does that mean that he knows I'm coming? Psychics can see the future, can't they? I'm certain that that is the most common definition of a psychic. If he can read minds, I wonder if he knows who my sister's crush is on. I wonder if he'll tell me.

I stop my walking when I'm suddenly struck with the realization that I have no way of talking to this guy. I can't burst into the classroom and demand to have a conversation, one: because they're in the middle of class, and two: because Kokomi would be right there! Why didn't I think of this before?

I've been dumb twice within an hour! I've really got to be better.

I turn around and begin to head back to my school. I haven't walked far, but knowing that I'm just heading back to math class does not make me want to travel any sort of distance. But what am I supposed to do? Sitting outside my sister's school sounds about as boring as sitting in a classroom, and at least math class has air conditioning. I suppose I could head home, but if Makoto pops up with that sporadic schedule of his, I'd have to deal with explaining myself. And since that sounds like the use of effort I don't feel like mustering, I'll just go back to class.

Maybe I'll be able to hurry over to PK Academy after school again, like yesterday. But I'm not really sure how to talk to the psychic person. Maybe I can get him to talk to me. He's able to read my mind, maybe he'll come if I ask with my thoughts. With my thoughts or through my thoughts? If I think anything, will he hear it?

What if I'm thinking too quietly? Can I shout my thoughts? Or are thoughts just thoughts are there isn't any kind of volume? That would make sense, or at least be simpler if there wasn't volume.

That kid was right. I do think a lot. I can do without receiving answers to any of my random questions though. But there is one question I really want an answer to, and I can only hope that he will know the answer. He's the one who's psychic, so how was I able to hear one of his thoughts?