My name is Audrey Wood, junior at Auburn high school in Maine, and my parents died when I was fifteen. They left me the house and all the money they had saved up. I was alone.
I was what you'd call a freak at school, so I had no friends either. I guess you could say they had their reasons. I had yellow hair and I always wore my customary neon orange lipstick and cobalt blue mascara.Not exactly what you'd call "blending in". Oh yeah, did I forget to mention that my eyes sometimes flashed irridescent orange? That might be a reason, too. Only no one ever really got a good look. I could always pass it off as a trick of the light.
I was a psychic. I could see the future, read peoples minds by touch, and make things move. A freak by nature. Maybe all those kids at school weren't too far off. Maybe they were right. Anyways, I never met someone I wanted to tell my secret to. That is, until I met Andy Parker.
I was sitting at the lunch table, by myself in my neon green Paramore t-shirt eating a turkey sandwhich when I heard some one walk towards my dreaded "freak table" as Jess Martin liked to call it.
Jess Martin was the head cheerleader here. Nobody ever stood in her way. And if you actually worked up the nerve to tell her off in the first place, she'd take you down in a matter of seconds. I hated her.
"Mind if I sit here?" Somebody asked. Wait, what? Somebody actually wanted to sit here? Were they crazy? Did they know that their social status just went from one hundred to zero in under ten seconds? They must be new.
I looked up from my sandwhich to see the most amazing guy I'd ever seen. I swallowed. "Um, nope," I said shakily. " Go ahead." My voice was barely loud enough to be considered a whisper.
"Hey, if you don't want me to sit here, I can go somewhere else," he gestured over his shoulder.
I cleared my throat. "No, it's fine." I said. "Completely fine." I tried to smile, but it didn't feel right on my face.
Apparently, New Guy was fooled because he smiled and sat across from me. I could feel eyes burning a hole in my back. I could see girls shooting me daggers eyes from across the room. I hated being stared at, but it was something you got used to when you weren't accepted. People always looked at you like you were a common household mouse.
'Um, I didn't quite catch a name," New Guy stated. It was probably because I hadn't told him yet, but I didn't say that out loud.
"Audrey," I answered. "Audrey Wood. Yours?"
"Andy Parker." He smiled. "Nice to meet you."
"You too," I said whole heartedly. It was nice to finally be acknowledged. To feel like you sort of belonged.