Abbigail Gray groaned as she slammed her hand on her alarm clock. Rubbing her eyes, she slowly sat up and mentally sorted through all of the thoughts, emotions, and other things she needed to tuck away before they gave her a bigger migraine than they already had. Back when she was 5, she started hearing thoughts one day. Every year on that day, she started being able to do more things. She's basically a superhero… at least, that's what she chooses to think so she doesn't lose her mind. She nearly did lose it after a while of hearing people's unfiltered thoughts for 3 years. Once she turned 8, she was able to feel emotions. For the past two years, getting a super power hadn't been a big deal. When she turned 6 she was like Elsa, and was able to make ice; and when she turned 7, she could control wind. Somehow, she knew not to tell anyone.

"Abbie, are you up? School is in an hour and you already have too many tardies!" Her Mom yelled from downstairs, Abbie tended to sleep in quite a lot in order to miss first period. Even though she convinced her Mom to let her stay at her normal grade level with people her age, her fellow classmates didn't appreciate a know-it-all. Abbie didn't even brag or anything, but she got a perfect score on every test and people got jealous; if she didn't put the bubble around her mind, she could feel the jealousy rolling from them in waves.

"Yes, Mom I'm up! You don't have to yell like a lunatic!" She yelled back.

"It's the only way to get you up if you're still asleep, sleepy head." She yelled and Abbie could hear the smile in her voice.

Abbie slowly got up and got ready for school, keeping her earbuds in her ears so that she didn't have to keep concentrating on the bubble around her brain. After she got ready, she went downstairs and saw a strange, fluffy-looking man in her kitchen talking to her Mom.

"Hi Mom, who's this?" She asked, confused.

"Oh! Hey Abbie, this is Mr. Forkle, he's actually a consultant I've been meaning to tell you about. I know you're only in eleventh grade, but he's here to talk to you about colleges and scholarships! You'll be done before you have to be at school." Her Mom said excitedly. Abbie didn't have to hear her thoughts or feel her emotions to know she is proud of her.

"Okay great! Where do you want to talk.. Mr…. Farkle?" Abbie's head is filled with so many things, she's really bad with names. Which is ironic because she has a photographic memory.

"Forkle," He chuckled, "And the living room should be fine."

After they made it to the living room, Abbie sat across from Mr. Forkle and after almost five minutes of silence, she finally decided to speak up.

"Am I supposed to be the one talking here or…."

"No, no sorry I'm just trying to figure something out. Give me one second." He mumbled as his fingers twitched in his lap.

He paled, which made her freak out.

"What's wrong? I don't mean to be rude Mr. Forkle but you're freaking me out!" She practically yelled.

"Sorry, I must go. I'll be in touch." He struggled to say as he booked it out the door.

"MOM!" Abbie yelled, as she ran back into the kitchen.