Traveler (Harry Styles F.F)

There are people in this world with extraordinary gifts, we weren't asked to be special, We were just born that way.

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2. Chapter 1

My name is Rachel Blackwell, I'm 18 years old, I'm a senior in high school and I'm not an ordinary girl.

It all started when I was 15, I woke up one morning and I felt different, like something in me had changed but I didn't know what.

So I ignored it and carried on with my day, my step-dad wasn't awake yet and my brother was watching tv, even though he was suppose to be sleeping, his bus doesn't arrive until an hour.

My mother left when I was 5, I remember watching her pack her things, before she left she knelt down and gave me a big hug and a kiss, "you be a good girl alright" she said cupping my chubby cheeks, her eyes watering "I'm sorry I can't bring you with me, I gotta go now" she said standing up to her full length "mommy loves you"

After that she was gone and never returned, I don't know why she left, i mean my mom and my step dad would fight everyday, so that's why she left but why didn't she take me with her.

Of course I miss my mom but I hate what she did to me, left with out an explanation, she never called or sent letters, she didn't even try to get in contact with me.

Ever since she left my step dad would treat me like i was his slave, he would blame everything on me, he even hit me, but that was just once or twice, ok I lost count.

I was getting ready for school, I grabbed an apple and ran as the bus drove up the street, I had my headphones in, I listened to my music as we got to school.

Once I stepped off the bus I made my way in the school to the second floor bathroom, I didn't get a chance to use it at home, when I was done I checked my hair in then mirror and left after I watched my hands.

I turned the corner and walked two classes down and into my English class, were reading books and doing questions that go along

The bell rang for first period to start and all the students piled in and class started. I was reading 'The Great Gatsby' still listening to my music.

I could hear students talking through my headphones, I turned it up more to block them so I could finish this book, I had two more chapters left until I finished the entire book.

My teacher Mr. Ralf walked around the class, telling students to be quiet and to do there work. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I looked up, it was my teacher he mouthed 'headphones' and pointed to his ears, he wanted me take them out.

I nodded and paused my music and took them out my ears, he said a thank you and I continued reading

It was quiet in the class as people read and worked on there questions, I looked at the time and there was 4 more minutes until next period.

I could hear voices around me, I looked around the room, there was a group in the back who were whispering but that was not the voice it belonged to.

I looked around no one else was talking but I could hear multiple voices. It was giving me a headache

"Just two more minutes"

"This class is so boring"

"I hate reading"

"What is she looking at?"

The voices said but no ones mouth moved, it sounded like it was coming from my head

I clutched onto my head as the voices got louder and annoying, to the point where I couldn't stand it "shut up!" I yelled

Everyone looked at me, it was quiet everyone's eyes focused on me.

I stood up and looked around

"What's her problem"

" no one was even talking"

"She's weird"

My teacher spoke "what's wrong"

I ran out the room just as the bell rang.


Lunch time, as I walked into the cafeteria everyone was looking at me

I felt uncomfortable and kept my head low

"That's the girl who yelled for no reason"

"What is she wearing"


"She's weird"

Again the voices were saying in my head

I sat at my usual table and I could feel every ones stares on me


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