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There was a draft in the room. No one else but I felt it. I knew this because I can read minds.
I was on a school trip to the local museum and I felt a draft where I was standing. Suddenly someone knocked into me. And then they were cowering under me as I had them in a lock.
"Hey, look I said I was sorry, ok? I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me." I released my grip, letting my attacker go.
I should inform you that this was the first time I had been in public wearing my new body. I sensed that the majority of the crowd around me cowered in my presence. However, one person confronted me with the words, "Clarise! I'll bet you can't beat me in a race to the entrance!" Another, supposedly the comrade to the first said,"Joey! What are you thinking, don't bother with the beast." Then they laughed. The feeling called anger swelled up in me.
"You want to laugh? Go ahead, laugh. In fact, go ahead and BURST into laughter." I slightly willed my fingers to stretch their internal guts at an abnormal pace until the two males exploded. I walked away.
I rejoined the group of young humans and the instructor and found they were learning about the famous Monet. I remember him well. He invited our kind to his home to watch as he depicted lily pads on a pond. Apparently, that is called "art." He taught us much about art.
I picked up the thoughts of those near to me.
"When are we leaving? Why does this man have to keep talking? My stomach is empty."
"Ugh, this is boring! I want to go to sleep."
"I want to go and talk to Sarah, my beloved."
"Oh my gosh, my phone is vibrating in my pants. I need to go tend to it. Please give us a break, Dude-who-talks-like-there's-no-tomorrow!"
It seemed that most were not enjoying hearing about art.
Click, click, click. I saw someone making that sound from their thumbs using a little device. They were transfixed on the little screen. The item greatly resembled the tracking device our enemies used to locate our kind. I hauled myself onto the unsuspecting being.
"Give me that! You have no right using that here!"
"Clarise," exclaimed the instructor. "Texting is not allowed, that's true, but that does not mean you can go around attacking your fellow classmates because of it!"
I was on the verge of annihilating the head when a huge force separated us. I looked up to see a hefty black-clad human gripping us by our collars. He was not there to harm us, just to enforce control.
"Sorry about that, security dude. I know I shouldn't have been texting but I did it anyway," muttered the boy.
"And, Clarise what do you have to say for yourself?" the instructor inquired.
"I, too, apologize for my behavior. You will not catch me in the act again."
"Haha, funny girl," laughed the instructor uneasily to the guard. The guard put us down gently. Well, I thought, that's one difference my planet has to this one; guards are NOT so lenient on the home planet.
Note: There is no ending to this story, so stop looking for one. If you have an idea of how to end it or continue it, feel free to tell me. Thanks for reading!