It was a horrible day with rain, thunder and lightning. Most little children were scared. I asked my brother if he was scared. Trying to be as strong as possible he said no. Every time thunder sounded, he began to cry. So I climbed into my tree house that I used when I was younger. I began to read my brother's mind. He thought I was going to die. I began to climb higher in my mind reading after that one storm.
I could read my teacher's minds, my family, and my friends. So I knew when my teacher would ask a question. I was able to block people's thoughts when I didn't want to listen to them. I didn't have to make strange faces or put my fingers up to my temples to read minds. I just had to listen and I would hear them.
One day I read a new student's mind. Her father left the family. Her brother was in jail. She had a half-brother she couldn't even meet. Her father's side of the family hated her. Her mother's side was closer than anyone else. Her mother was like a sister. So I knew I could trust her with my secret.
I told her, and her best friend. They did keep my frightening secret. They didn't act awkward around me. The strange thing was every time I read their minds, they would look weak. So I would only read their minds if curiosity was shadowing over me. One week I decided to read their minds every day. They were sick and tired by the end of the week. So I decided I wouldn't tell anyone else (except my therapist) and no one would be hurt. My therapist's thoughts were that they had heard this story before.
I was able to save a few people's lives with this amazing power. I am proud to be a psychic.