what If You Could Read Minds? And WhatIf You Couldn’t?
The Text That Made My New Year’s Eve—Oh, Come on, Who am I Kidding? That’s Not Going to Happen
What if you could read minds?
Would you want it, to see people’s true feelings? Or would you rather push this ability away, so you don’t have to feel the pain?
It’s not an easy decision. I know that, for sure. Reading people is dangerous. You learn things, terrible things, and sometimes it can hurt you so bad you’ll never get up again.
Now’s where you start thinking, “Oh, Lake. You can read minds, can’t you? It must be an oh-so-special secret you haven’t told anyone.” But see, that’s where you’re wrong. I can’t read minds.
And everyone else can.
They say that the Text will appear by the time you’re an adult. Tessa, my best friend since second grade, used to spend hours talking about what she’d do once she could see people’s true thoughts. We were only little kids, but even then we were sick and tired of being read like a book so easily and so literally.
Obviously, our parents could read minds. For every kid, that meant not being able to lie, whether it was about a test grade or staying up past our bedtime. The Helvetica font blossoming on our chests would always tell our secrets, no matter how hard we tried to avoid thinking about them.
Tessa was always fascinated by the Text, and while I found it intriguing as well, her love for it was on a whole different level. There was a complex science behind it. As a baby, a clear liquid would be injected into your eyes by specially-trained doctors. I don’t know much about its composition or how scientists made such a thing, but the effects of it were definitely awesome.
The liquid would sharpen your eyesight, but this isn’t the only time you need it. Every three years, a visit to the ophthalmologists—although for short, we called our eye doctors Ophs—was mandatory for us to get the Text in our system. Although it wouldn’t have any impact on us until years later, the Ophs wanted to make sure there would be no mistakes.
But still, after all their precautions, I somehow can’t see the Text.
I haven’t told anyone, especially not my parents. I turned 18 last Saturday, but I have four siblings and they’ve seemed to forgotten about my birthday. Although I hate this most of the time, now I can’t help but be grateful. If they realize the truth, who knows what they’ll do to me?
All my life, I’ve expected to be something great. Since the Text came a part of humanity, everyone has. But now, I’m faced with the heart-wrenching truth.
I’m normal. Boring. Average.
And in a world of mind-readers, that’s not a good thing.
I don’t know what I’m going to tell Tessa. She’s older than me by three months and has already become an expert Texter. I’ve tried to avoid her, but I don’t know how long that’s going to last.
I look outside my room’s window. Snowflakes flutter down from up above and a pile of fresh snow surrounds my house. It’s the day after Christmas and therefore almost New Year’s Eve. Back when I thought I would see the Text, I made it my New Year’s resolution to only use my “powers” for good.
But now, I won’t be able to use them at all.
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