Quote Inspiration: "You can't hide from me."

        People think I am shy, afraid to show my true self. Which is true, when they can see me anyways. Most people ignore me, and I'm okay with that, they don't deserve my attention if they don't want it, right? Half the people don't know I exist, but that is my choice. In most situations where I get anxious, or scared, I disappear into thin air.  I have no idea how this happens, all I know is it helps me out. When I appear back from solitary, and they see me pop out of nowhere, they get confused, but they don't dwell on it. I am beyond mortified by the concept of this new found ability, but all I know is it helps me and I am very thankful for this so called gift. The only problem is that sometimes I get lonely, and sometimes I can't force myself to become visible again, in the end though, it is worth it.

        I walked inside the school, kids scurrying around to get to their classes. Peoples eyes glaze over me like I'm not there, even though I am visible. I sigh, knowing that no one will acknowledge my prescense even if I smack them upside the head. I walk slowly to my next class, not bothering to bring anything except a broken pencil I found on the floor. I could just disappear if I needed to, so what's the big deal?

        I walked inside my English class, posters filled the white brick walls. I sat in the back, and I noticed a new student walk in with confidence. He had dirty blonde hair, and forest green eyes that I wanted to escape into. Something seemed different about him, but I couldn't quite place it. He strolled up to me, and sat in the desk next to mine. I quickly averted my eyes away from him, gulping. Nerves piled in my body as I felt the weird sensation like gravity was stripped from me, but yet here I sat. I could feel my body vaporize from the air, with only the sense of me knowing what I have done. I took my time, staring watchfully at the new student who held such conviction. His eyes landed on me, as he smirked. My eyes went wide with realization, he could see me. How can he see me? I thought to myself. "Hi?" I whispered out forcefully while he threw me a smile. "Hey, I'm James, you?" I froze in fear, slamming my eyes shut, I am still invisible to all eyes. I know I am, I can feel it, but how can he see me? "You can see me?" I asked, fear laced my voice while he grew curious. 

        "Of course, how couldn't I?" He asked, his brows furrowing in confusion. I took a deep breath, "Because I am not letting anyone see me right now." I said honestly. It's been a long time since I have talked to anyone for that matter. My parents left me when I was young, leaving me enough money so I could fend for myself, and somehow no one gets suspicious. Well, how could they get suspicious of a sixteen year old who no one sees most of the time to not have parents? Heck, they probably don't even know my name.

        "Excuse me?" He asked me. The teacher, Mr. Smith spoke up, "James, are you alright?" He questioned, his expression showed worry. I knew that look. It was the look the teachers gave you when they thought you needed mental help. He was pretty much talking to an empty desk. "Of course, just talking to her." James replied, motioning to me. I sighed, knowing that no one can see me except him. "They can't see me, until now." I said, rolling my eyes. Does he not understand what  I have been trying to explain to him?

        I shut my eyes, focusing on the gravity pulling me back out of my current state, and for the first time since I could remember, I took control of my ability, and I was pulled back to being normal. "He was talking to me, sir." I spoke up. Something seemed different about me, I held more confidence now than I have with my whole life put together. "Oh, Ms. Jones, I'm sorry, of course." He mumbled to himself, just loud enough for me to hear him. I nodded understandingly. "I never caught your name," James whispered quietly to me. "It's Leah," I whispered back. "What was going on with Mr. Smith? Why couldn't he see you?" He jumbled out. What if I touched him, and he turned invisible with me? When no one can see us, they can't hear us either. It never worked with other people, but he wasn't like other people.

        "Here," I said, holding out my trembling hand for him to hold. He obliged hesitantly, his soft hand grabbed onto mine, as my hand immediately stopped shaking. I thought of the fear of getting caught. The fear of getting laughed at for saying the wrong answer, the humility I always feel for being different. The anger for my parents abandoning me. My emotions swirled through me like a hurricane, stronger than ever before. My eyes shut as I focused on James's soul, for that is where everything starts. A picture flashed before my eyes, a large forest, trees sprawled out with the sun leaking through. 

        Once I peeked my eyes open, James was now the one frozen in fear. I saw pine and oak trees, the suns glare producing as much light as it could filter through the towering leaves and branches. I teleported us here. How was this possible? I can make things hidden from sight, not freaking move things one place to another! My breathing became rapid, as I looked into James's calm eyes. How was he calm? 

        "You must be Leah Grace Jacobson." James whispered, he looked shocked and I couldn't blame him. Although, I had some questions of my own that he was not going to leave without answering. "How can you see me? Did you know I could do this?" I asked, he looked at me, his green eyes gazing into my light blue ones. "You can't hide from me, Leah. I knew you could, but I didn't know you were the Leah Jacobson I was looking for." He said astoundingly. "What's that supposed to mean?" I snapped, my eyes showing vulnerability of not understanding. "It means you are my kind. I'm the only one that can see you, Every one of us has a special person immune to there abilities. I'm your special person, as you are mine. The problem is, people want you dead. No one has more than one ability, and as we just witnessed, you control the air and time around you." He explained, although it seemed pretty vague too me. "I can turn myself invisible, I don't control time or air or anything like that." I countered. 

        "Leah, turning yourself invisible is controlling time. You use time to act like you are not there, for example now. Right now time is saying your not here, but you are. Or when you teleported, your using time. It might not make sense now, but it will click later." He said sympathetically. I said nothing. A few minutes pass as we are both left deep in thought before he breaks the silence. "You must have been pretty good at hide and seek, than, I am guessing." He chuckled, trying to lighten the mood while I forced a smile. "I'm still not quite grasping onto the concept. What can you do?" I asked curiously, trying to switch the topic towards him and not me. "It's not as extraordinary as yours, but I can see glimpses into the future, so pretty much presents are useless, whenever I touch the box I know what's in it. The only thing I cannot see is you, which makes you extra special." He winked as I rolled my eyes. 

        Something was off, I learned my ability when I was thirteen, the day my parents left me, and I grew up knowing what I could do. I learned not to question it, no one provided me answers. But now I have the chance to learn who I truly am. "You can either come with me with a chance of being safe, along with learning your heritage. Or you can stay here where your as good as dead, along with being left in the dark." James offered bluntly, while my eyes glared into his with determination. "I'll go with you." I said my voice filled with unknown confidence. I wasn't going to back down, no matter how crazy, stupid, and messed up this may be.

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