the first time was when I was tasked by my PE teacher to choreograph the cheerleaders, a few of them were what they call, rhythmically challenged, while i was choreographing those voices kicked in, and if i didn't know any better i'd almost think that they were the cheerleaders thoughts! one of them (Sarah Solomon) was thinking about why Missy Lions is always on top of the pyramid, then i had this off thought, go and ask her and if she says: "cos i'm better than you" then start cat fighting her"
then she did it. it was amazing she stopped dancing and went over to her the next thing i know she's doing it! it was strange to think that i'd done that. i couldn't have though! at least that was my thought then. i had no idea those cheerleaders actually had the brains to feel jealous of Missy Lions!
the second time was while i was looking at Mike Reynolds (the hottest guy in school) during Math, it was after his football practice so he looked all hot sweaty and stuff, then IT kicked in and ruined every fantasy i ever had about him, he was thinking:
"god Jake Stiles looked hot today! i mean he was hot hot! in the locker room especially, good thing i adjusted my pants!" then he laughed out loud. i don't believe it!!! this was... wow! i told Annette and she said that i was crazy.
"if he were straight then he would have no problem talking with US cause we are kinda hot i mean you're a gymnast and i'm a dancer! but if he's gay then he'll do anything to get off the subject of anything related to those big manly things like Linkin Park, and he'll engage in actual conversation with us about dresses!"
"we'll see!" Annette was so sure she was right, but i was right. he is now a great friend, we only now about his little secret but still...
the third time i knew a secret was when i was in detention for pulling ACCIDENTALLY breaking the blind in English. the happiest teacher in the whole world (Mr. Day) was sitting there looking depressed, then i decided that i did want to know whats wrong, maybe i could help. turns out his divorce was just finalized and he lost everything and is living out of a suitcase. i cant help.
the forth was at a local gymnastics competition, i was there to watch Annette and give her moral support, then i found out that her mother and father had bet that she'd lose to Kazino Kareniki from Japan! i didn't know if should tell her or not, i mean her parents did need the money but Annie is my best friend! i left it and she won, her mom and dad lost a lot of money but i convinced a rich fat cat to give me 1000 big ones, i used my mind power, yep i'm sure that its a mind power!
the one time i didn't: was when i was sitting a test in math, this test would make or break me, then the weird, emo and depressed kid, Lucas Richards stood up, tears in his eyes, this is unfair i didn't eve study i couldn't! with you f*cking idiots sending me to the councilor every day! and with those people at home! i'll fail anyway why even bother testing me!?" he grabbed a gun from his pocket and held it up to his head, "why the hell should i keep going cos all you idiots want to do is give me someone to talk to!? i was fine till i talked! now you all send me to her? i don't need help! i just want to be left alone!"
"stop!" i yelled
"what Janie? huh?" he still had the gun in his hand, "you cant stop me, you and your perfect dancing and singing, in the end it's all gonna be gone and as long as you know it's gonna end,why begin? why keep going cos the second you slip up people think you need help!"
"you are a good guy Lucas, you're smart and have dark humor that makes me laugh in when its not a good time, no-one wants you to do this" i should have seen it the signs, the mind reading i did! i never bothered to read his?
'dont do it, put the gun down' i chanted in my mind.
BANG!!!! it was deafening, he had dropped the gun, he listened to me! but it fired.
"ARRRGHGHGHG!" screamed Annie, the bullet had got her square in the knee.
that knee would take a while to heal and she wouldn't be able to do gymnastics again, her talents wasted. all because i ignored the emo.
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