20 April 2012
"My life is ruined!" I say to myself as I sit perched at the top of a tree. All I did was try to make the world a better place for all of the "special people" to live and act as if they fit in. But now, I'm America's Most Wanted and are on the run.
Now let me explain a little bit since your probably lost. My name is Ally Boilston and I unlike most people can see things that others can't. I can tell when something bad is going to happen before it happens, and all these patterns which I belive to be the structure of the universe. One time I was taking a math test, and I could see all the answers on my page, but they weren't really there. You can see how this can get me into trouble.
It all started a few weeks ago. My teacher asked me after class if she could talk to me. Now when a teacher says that, you don't get a choice. It's just their polite way of saying "I need to talk to you now." I figured what she wanted to talk to me about was my grades. I was in science class and my answers were always factual, but not what the teachers or any answer in my text book would want. As a result, i was flunking science.
"Now Ally, I know your a good student," she said. "but I just don't get it why your grades always come out so poorly after I just spent all that time teaching you and the class the lesson. I know your playing me in some way and I need you to stop NOW!"
I was angry now and it was hard to stay seated in my chair sitting at the front of her desk.Mrs.Broyston had no reason to acuse me of anything like that. The problem that makes things in these sutuations worse is not always what I say. I sometimes will make things move with only my eyes or objects explode through anger. That's something I can't exactly explain to a teacher considering I don't even know myself how I do it. It also leads to me getting a detention, and a call home so my parents can talk with my teacher, and the principle. This time though had to be my worst with those sudden outbursts. I was staring at the test tube on Mrs. Broyston's desk full of this strange purple liquid. It started to boil and let off this almost steam like subatance as I stared at it. Suddenly, the test tube broke sending shreds of sharp glass and the purple liquid all over the place. Unfortunetly for me, Mrs.Broyston had worn her all white outfit today.
"What do you think your doing missy? Exploding things in my room are you? Because I do not tolerate this kind if behavior!"
She was screaming now as she reached for her phone to call a nearby teacher. Everything happened so quickly as I suddenly was being dragged down to the principle's office with all my peers watching me.
The Special Ones • Opuss № I