GENRE: YA Paranormal Mystery
The clock’s minute hand crawls toward three o’clock. Miss Lim finishes her introduction to Edgar Allan Poe while my classmates shift in their seats. Some of them are passing notes to each other.
An itch prickles the web of skin between my ring and pinky finger. Scratching it will mean taking off my gloves. I wish I could, but doing that would risk touching something I don't want to. Instead, I rub my fingers together, letting the seam of the glove do the work.
My eyes dart toward Max. The unattainable, incredibly cute Maximilian Yasahiro Lee. Even his name is sexy, an unusual Euro-Japanese-Chinese mix. His tall, lanky body looks too long for the desk. He bends over his notes, his straight black hair falling over his eyes. So freakin’ adorable.
I manage to tear my eyes away from Max and snuggle deeper into my fleece-lined hoodie. My gloved fingers burrow into my pockets. They brush against some things I almost completely forgot I had. There’s a half-empty bottle of Gas-X someone dropped in the cafeteria and a tube of Peppermint Pink Lip Shine I found yesterday outside my favorite coffee shop.
One of the things I like to do is return stuff people lose. Nothing special, really. It’s just something I do with my memory-gathering, or my “curse”, as my aunt likes to call my psychic ability. It gives me an excuse to remove my gloves now and then. As long as I’m careful, of course.