✪ Greyson ✪
My head was already hurting, and class was only halfway over. The incessant buzzing of the digits' thoughts were unceasing, threatening to drive me insane. Rubbing my temples, I tried to force Eternity's (Digit 4) voice to stop. Yes, just was she was thinking at the moment.
Start, stop. Start, stop. Start stop. Eternity's voice bordered on the fine line of high pitched and hysterical, and it was driving me crazy.
Racquel was fretting about her looks, as always. I wonder how my hair looks right now? I hope Jett thinks I look pretty today...
It was also annoying to know how much Racquel thought of Jett. It was the only other thing she paid attention to besides her looks.
People often asked me why I was always in such a pessimistic mood all the time, but obviously they didn't understand the pain of having to hear every single persons thoughts in my head every moment of the day. I hardly ever spoke myself; it was hard to concentrate. If I did speak, it would be in very few words, and never very loud.
I had always wondered if I could see what Ayre saw. Ayre, digit 2, could tell the future. I had hoped that if I could read thoughts and see the pictures that other people developed in their minds, I would be able to see the future in Ayre's thoughts.. But my power was oblivious to hers, her mind putting up some sort of invisible wall against my telepathy.
That was why Ayre was almost impossible to read most of the time, she hardly thought about anything but what laid ahead.
I laid my head down on my arms, which were crossed on the table I was sitting at. The class, Power Studies and blah blah blah, probably would teach me how to control my power. If only the voices in my head would shut up for a moment so I could actually hear what was being taught. The voices drowned into each other, words and phrases blending together. After a couple of moments, they faded almost completely away, except for maybe two or three.
I picked my head up from my desk and looked around the classroom. It was completely empty except for Miss Hayman, Eternity and digit 7, Fox. I caught a glimpse of Ayre's short white skirt swishing around the corner of the doorway. Her thoughts were barely above a whisper.
I'm not going to let that happen. If those scientists want us dead so badly, then why don't we do them a favor and just disappear? Jett will know exactly what to do!
Though it was only a short fragment of her entire thought, I still understood that Ayre hated the humans just as much as I did. Escaping didn't seem like too bad of an idea. Abruptly, I pulled my chair out and stood up from the desk, following Ayre out into the hallway.
She was completely oblivious as I trailed aimlessly behind her towards the Digits dorms.
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Outside, the rain was pouring down in buckets, hitting the pavement and creating puddles across the way. Ayre happily jumped in each one of the puddles, her shoes spraying muddy water backwards and onto my jeans. Gritting my teeth together, I still dutifully followed behind her, wanting to see how the whole thing with the number one digit would go.
The minute we got into the dorm building, Ayre spun around on her heel and looked at me for a moment, her head cocked to the side. She plastered a soft smile onto her face, though her thoughts were quietly questioning, 'What the heck is he following me for...? I couldn't bring myself to smile back, so I just watched her as she turned back around and continued through the hallways.
We came to a halt at Jett's dorm, the steel-metal door firmly closed. He was probably in there; He had a tendency to skip class on most occasions.
"Jett? Yoohoo~!" Knocking on the door of his room, Ayre called for the first digit. "I have something to talk to you about!"
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Again, I still think my posts suck more than you think yours do... I want to write from the perspective of a happy person for once! Jeez -_-' So yeah, constructive critisism is appreciated ^^
