The fall leaves crunch at my feet as I make my way up the grassy hill. My hair, long and curly, blown by the crisp, cool air push my bangs back. Walking up the hill is always time consuming, but it's worth the trip. Sometimes, I just need to get away from people, not in a horrible way; I love people, but sometimes I need to be alone. When I'm alone, my thoughts, actions, words, and body language are only of importance. No one else's cross my mind, just my own thoughts and opinions. I reach the top of the hill; my tree beginning to prepare for the winter. My tree. My secret hideout, essentially, the place I go to for self-discovery; the place I go to to figure my true self, who I am as a human being. I sit down, on the bulging root of my tree and rest my chin on the palm of my hand. My hair flies back into place, on the front of my shoulders and my bangs fall messily onto my forehead. The wind blows again, and I smell the scent of fresh, autumn leaves and clean air; I realize what is happening, and I cry. I bury my head into my knees and cry. This is my last time here, at my tree. My parents like to move a lot. Every couple of years, we pack our bags and boxes and find a new place to live. After my 12th birthday, I became accustomed to being a "nomad". I have lived in places I couldn't wait to leave, and places I didn't want to leave. I love my tree. I never want to leave it, but I know I must. After a couple years, my life does get boring. I see the same things over and over again from the same people. When I move, I have a long time to learn about people and see their lives in words. I'm not a normal teenager, you see. I go to school everyday, eat "fro-yo", fangirl over boy bands and shop at Forever 21, but I'm still not normal. I read people's minds. No one knows of my special talent, not even my parents. I think it's best I keep it a secret. I wouldn't want to be sent to a mental institution or to the government to be used for foreign affairs. Naturally, secrets aren't fun unless you tell everyone, but I think it's the most logical to not share it with anyone else. The whole story would be hard to explain to a normal person, especially if I told them. I was born with a problem, my brain cells would randomly stop functioning and then function again, basically causing me to be stupid and brainless. I was expected to die in less than two weeks. My parents were so upset, because I was their first (and only) child and didn't know what to do. They paid extra money for a better facility and better doctors, but none seemed to have worked. Three days before my "death", a scientist marches into my hospital room and puts out his latest invention, which could help me live. He have my parents a presentation on the complex scientific and mathematical concepts, on this invention, a microchip that will stick onto my brain and send waves through my brain at a moderate rate. The microchip would numb the brain, so I wouldn't feel a thing and would keep my brain functioning. My parents were worried, but knew it was worth a shot. The next day, I went into surgery. The best hospital doctor operated with the scientist nearby to explain where and how to put the chip on my brain. He puts the chip on the "intelligence" side of my brain and told me I would be a smart child. The weeks later, my parents took me home as their newborn child. I still have the nasty scar of having my head cut open, but it's covered behind mops of my long hair. So anyway, I was doing all fine with the microchip. My brain was functioning perfectly. The scientist was right, I did become intelligent. I was and still am the brightest in the grade and I have street smarts. Everything was perfect, until two years ago. My mom got into a car accident when I was 15. She crashed into a tree with me sitting in the back on the right side. The car slammed into the tree on my side, but I was perfectly fine. I had several bruises and cuts, but something changed. I didn't feel this, but my microchip went haywire. My mum and I were sent to the hospital, for my mom broke her arm and the next day, I could read people's thoughts through a signal. I'd have to be within 10 feet of the person in order to see their thoughts. I get pictures of events or actual words, like a speech bubble. How did I know I could read minds? I tested it on my doctor. Me: Excuse me, Dr. S? Doctor: Yes, dear? Gosh, it's been a long day... How much longer until my lunch break? Me: You've been working awfully hard, do you have a break anytime soon? Doctor: That's just what I was thinking. It's my lunch break... hmmmm... I'm feeling macaroni salad... Me: What are you having for lunch? Doctor: Macaroni salad, probably. I have to get going! Another room! Bye, hun! Take care. Point proven. I don't take advantage of being able to read minds. I don't learn the gossip and tell everyone about it. I don't tell people's thoughts to others. That's just the road to trouble. I don't really use my ability for anything really, just personal laughter. No one understands how funny it is to read people's minds. The things people think about.... but that's another story. I head home after saying the last final goodbye to my tree, my beautiful tree. I think I'd miss the air and the flowers the most. I love flowers; my parents named me after flowers because when I was born, I was "blossoming". Daffodil, my first name, is my mom's favorite flower and Lily, my middle name, is my dad's favorite flower. Our last name is Rosen, so, I pretty much have something to do with a flower in my three names. I'll definitely miss that. I help my parents load up the final boxes onto the moving truck and some snacks for the car ride. Moving from upstate New York to Florida will definitely be an adventure, but I'm willing to start over. I didn't really make friends at this school because there were only about 200 people total in my area. They all knew each other, so I secluded myself. Living in Ft. Lauderdale, Florida will definitely be a step up from open space and mountains. "Daffy? Are you ready?" my mom smiles at me holding the passenger seat open for me. I take a deep breath, breathing in the mountain air for the last time, "Yes." --- New story . I didn't proofread, so yeah . It's romance, btw. The next story I'll write won't have any .
️Awesome. Being a lover of science I like how you related it to a medical dysfunction instead of a "superpower". It gives me a form of a "how and why" as I like to put it. So y