Day Four: Serially Lost

Prompt: Write about a loss: something (or someone) that was part of your life, and isn’t any more.

Twist: Make today’s post the first in a three-post series.

Imagine losing someone important to you. Who’s the first person you think of. Most of you will probably think of that one person that broke your heart. Thats who most people will think about. I remember my first time. It was a simple and typical High School relationship. Started out as a simple gimmick, popularity at having a girlfriend, those little puppy love stages, then theres the experiment, and finally the heartbreak. Imagine all this unfolding… While you have a special ability.

High School is no cakewalk. Imagine waking up someday and suddenly you can do something amazing. The first thing you do, tell your girlfriend. What does your girlfriend do. Freak out. That is a quick summary but I will go through it in detail.

It all started when I saw her walking the hallways, typical I know. She was so gorgeous. Her long black hair. Her perfectly crafted body. Those tattered scene clothes. She had that “stay away from me” attitude which I found so irresistible.

I had to do it. I stared at her for about a week. On and off as she wrote in her journal. That day, I walked right up to her and I read her fracking mind. Yeah, you heard that right. I read her thoughts! And guess what she said.

“Oh that cute boy in fifth period is coming up to me!” she thought.

“Hey doll, you want to go out sometime?” I smirked at her.

“Yeah!” she smiled at me.

Her lips covered in black lipstick smiled up at me. Her face was so gorgeous and I couldn’t stop gazing at her. Suddenly out of impulse I pulled her off the bench and kissed her. She kissed me back. We were standing in the middle of the lunchroom making out. All my dreams were coming true.

Suddenly the world began to fade and blur around me. Exploding in a blast of colors and patterns. The reality of my life, much less exciting, began to unfold before my eyes. I was sitting at my desk staring at a whiteboard. It was all just a fantasy?

“It worked…” I whispered as I slipped out of the classroom. 

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