Today's Prompt: A sixteen-year-old growing up on a ranch is out in a storm, get hits by lightning, and survives. After that, the kid can hear other people's thoughts.
I don't like to talk about my past. It isn't one most people want to hear about anyway.
My name is Maria.
I'm sixteen.
And if I were in the room with you, I would be able to tell you exactly what you were thinking.
It all started last year. I could see that a storm was coming. A bad one.
Living on a ranch, I knew I had to make sure all the animals were safe. I had thought I had time. But I was wrong. As I frantically ran around, lightning split the sky and the rain poured down. I heard my mother shouting to get back in the house. As I saw the lightning strike again, I knew she was right. The storm was too close. I ran as fast as I could back towards the house.
"Maria!" My mother screamed over the wind and rain. "Hurry!"
But it was too late. The lightning had gotten to me first.
Now, like I said, I don't like to talk about that day. It changed me.
I can hear people's thoughts now. You might think it's amazing to have that ability. It's not. A lot of the time there are so many people, so many thoughts, that it gives you a headache. And you can hear anything bad someone thinks about you. And for the most part, everyone is afraid of you. Even your own mother.
But I still have my father, my brother, and my best friend. And they are all I really need.
I don't like to talk about my past. It isn't one most people want to hear about anyway.
My name is Maria.
I'm sixteen.
And if I were in the room with you, I would be able to tell you exactly what you were thinking.
It all started last year. I could see that a storm was coming. A bad one.
Living on a ranch, I knew I had to make sure all the animals were safe. I had thought I had time. But I was wrong. As I frantically ran around, lightning split the sky and the rain poured down. I heard my mother shouting to get back in the house. As I saw the lightning strike again, I knew she was right. The storm was too close. I ran as fast as I could back towards the house.
"Maria!" My mother screamed over the wind and rain. "Hurry!"
But it was too late. The lightning had gotten to me first.
Now, like I said, I don't like to talk about that day. It changed me.
I can hear people's thoughts now. You might think it's amazing to have that ability. It's not. A lot of the time there are so many people, so many thoughts, that it gives you a headache. And you can hear anything bad someone thinks about you. And for the most part, everyone is afraid of you. Even your own mother.
But I still have my father, my brother, and my best friend. And they are all I really need.