Still being new at school, as with every other school I've transferred to, I started off with a moody attitude. I was optimistic, upset, homesick- everything all at once. However, one thing always cheered me up in the first weeks: It was a chance to start fresh. Which meant when I stepped out of my dorm in my nice jeans, boots, a t-shirt and leather jacket, I was clearly ready to take on the world...Somehow I still wasn't ready for what goes on in this school! We're psychics, yeah, but come on! I was glad I didn't wear a suit. Students chasing each other with brooms- not on the brooms, but sending brooms after each other. One girl was sitting and singing on a bench, but the leaves on the ground around her were beginning to swirl around her...I was really at a loss. I opened my planner, looking at my first class: Creating Psychic Media And Relative Realities in room..where was that? I slidicked my hair back with my fingers as I did when I was distressed. Would someone be able to help?

...Life as a psychic youth. I always knew something was weird, and I knew I didn't get it from pop culture because I was too young to read Twilight etc then. Hearing voices whispering to me, seeing people in the corner of my eye or without looking. They'd stand by the window and look outside; gesture and talk to someone else; look at me. Of course, others called me crazy, so from a young age I knew to keep my inner thoughts to myself and bottle them up. I relieved myself through poetry and other forms of fiction- this way people accept things easier. Of course, the truth was they never really want to accept it when they don't have a "logical" explanation for it. However, what defines "logical"? How can you be open to possibilities when you've already narrowed down what is a possibility? That is my life's mission. I refuse to work with what's handed to me, passed down, already half done. On the contrary, I will strive to always create a new path from that which is shown, taking those same principles taught to me and displaying them in a manner that opens the imagination. To properly utilise one's psychic abilities to the fullest potential, is to open your mind to all the possibilities.

Clouds of gentle light,
I reach upwards with all my might,
As if a new life.
- Aeris