Peculiar world

CHAPTER 3 (Déjà vu√)

What I see exactly happens. Déjà vu is far, far away from my being. It's not all about feeling or fiction.

They just continued debating, while I was quietly feeling them.

“It's just a rumor, Ma'am, Myth, or belief,” Daphne said, adjusting her eyeglasses , a sign that it is sure of her answer.

In my mind, she's wrong. I can prove it on my own, but I will not join in their discussion.

“Are you sure? Daphne?”

“Yes, Miss Mathilda.”

“Well, you're right. It's not true.” Then they reacted at the same time, while I was left speechless and staring at the board.

"Yeah, there hasn't been any research done on that, but the key to your future is still in your hands.” Miss Matilda walked again, then stopped behind me for a second time.

“In other words, it's just a hoax, a misleading information, a bluff...” each of them just had a violent reaction, they no longer liked what it said.

“So what's the point of this?” Amari, my nitpicky classmate, who was wearing a gleaming piece of jewelry that I knew was unquestionably costly, said this.

“Miss Amari, we're discussing right?” Miss Mathilda picked up the dropped ball pen and returned it to the owner.

Miss Mathilda continued discussing.

My classmates began to jot down notes, anticipating that this subject would be covered on the exam. It appears that I almost forgot about the upcoming test. Miss Mathilda made her way back to the front, where she arranged her things on the table. There are ten minutes remaining. They thought the class was over, but it was not; it continued to discuss the subject.

“Some people said that the feature is not predetermined because humans have the power to change it.”

I can see the feature. I can clearly see it in my own eyes.

"Don't we sometimes feel something that has never happened before?”

“A déjà vu, a startling mental event. A phenomenon involves a strong feeling that an experience is familiar, despite sensing or knowing that it never happened before.”

But my sense is not a dèjá vu feeling. What I see actually happens, but I don't see if the world is collapsing or what will happen in this country. I only see individual's feature. When I stare into someone's eye for a long time, and when my eyes seem to absorb the depths of their eyes, I see the future awaiting them.

“Sometimes we create imagination in our minds that occasionally happens.”

I'm not sure where it came from or why it was given to me. I'm not sure how this happened. I've been in an accident for two years, and now I have this strange force that I can't tell whether it's a blessing or a curse

Since then I no longer approach people, I no longer socialize, I also don't want to see the future from their eyes. If I only see bad things, what can I do? I couldn't help it. I isolated myself. I think I'm better away from people, I no longer look long into their eyes.

“Do you believe that people make their own predictions every single day? and the fact is some people feel an event that seems to have happened to them before but not really.”

“But please, think that you make your own feature. L—”

Miss Mathilda was about to say something but she was disturbed when the bell rang outside even though it was not the exact time for the next subject.

“Okay, that’s all for today. See you tomorrow everyone.” That was the last thing Miss Mathilda said and then she took her bag and left.

I also arrange my things and then put my book and notebook in my bag. I can't help but hear my classmates still talking about the topic left by Miss Mathilda.

"How does it feel to have such powers?"

Let's change position.

"I want to be like that, I'm sure my name will be heard all over the world.

Dumb questions.

"Maybe it's cool when you see what will happen in the future."

They had no idea that one of their classmates possessed the power they wanted. Yes, none of them are aware of my power. Just in case, who would believe that? I could have done it for a long time if I could only pass. And getting this kind of control isn't as cool as they thought it would be. It's difficult to predict what will happen. Especially if something is lost and unacceptable.

I was about to leave when Miya called me.

“Lorie,” I stopped but I did not look at her.

“Are you okay?” I nodded then left the room.

I know the real answer to her question, I'm not okay, I will never be okay.

When I walk down the hallway, several people are watching me. My bangs are in desperate need of lengthening.

I overhear them discussing what happened to Kit Villanueva and me. I just ignored it before I got to the library, which is on the right side of the building and where I usually go when I have free time and want to be alone.

I went inside because I was the only regular visitor, and the librarian, Mr Stefano, had just let me in while he was reading a book. Despite the fact that the library is large and the bookshelves are enormous, no one wants to go there unless there is essential research to be done.

As usual, I was there at the end, close to the biology books, there was not much to do here, except for those who flirt here secretly.

As usual, I was there at the end, close to the biology books, there was not much to do here, except for those who flirt here secretly.

I can finally have the peace.

“Busy studying for an exam? huh?” or not.

Without looking up I said, “Leave me alone,”

"Woah, Seriously, are you sending me away right away?” he pulled up the chair and sat down in front of me.

Tsk.

I was there at the end, near the biology books, as usual, and there wasn't much to do here except for those who secretly flirt here.

Finally, I'll be able to relax.

“Are you studying for an exam?” or it's not.

“Leave me alone,” I said without looking up.

"Woah, seriously, are you going to throw me out right now?” He drew up a chair in front of me and sat down.

Tsk.

“Would you like to join me for lunch?” It's treats, so don't worry.” I knew he was smiling despite the fact that I couldn't see him.

“No thanks,”

“Ouch, maybe just once?”

“Can't you see I'm busy? Hey!—” he suddenly took my book away.

“Give it to me! You—”

“Let me treat you first.”

“Fine, give me back my book!” I told him to return the book, but the truth is that I don't want to accompany him.

Villanueva gave me my book with a smile.

and as soon as I got it, I ran.

“Hey! Lorie!” He collided with a book file that was rocking and scattered on the concrete, so he could do nothing but fix it.