Born from a Blizzard

First Day of School

    As I walked into the classroom, I was stunned by the volume and number of voices talking. There were at least twenty other children in the class, most still walking around the room. It was my first day of school! 

    I walked to the back of the classroom and chose a desk that was furthest away from the front and seemed to be set away from the class. It was a little quieter here. Having never really been around any other children, I hadn’t realized how small I was. I was the shortest, with my pale skin, white hair, and ice blue eyes. Many of the children were close to twice my height. I had an odd dark birthmark on my right wrist, and my mother had given me a large bracelet just this morning to cover it. The teacher entered the room and told everyone to settle down. 

    The students finally made their way to the desks and sat down, but the room remained much louder than I would have liked. I had never told my mother that I could hear the thoughts of others, because I just assumed it was entirely normal. As the teacher started to talk, I stared at him and thought only about what he was saying. The other voices slowly faded and dimmed, but did not disappear entirely.