When I was younger we would play a writing game. The rules are simple enough, the first person writes part of a story and each person there after picks off where the last person left off. You may write a sentence or paragraphs, it is up to you. Let's see what we can create as a team.

Tenth

The question stuck in the air. I couldn't figure it out. "How... do you do it?" How do I do what?

The chill from her fingers set into me. It was as though my very bones were icing over. Suddenly, everything was dark. There! A light in the distance! It inched closer and closer until I could see! But what I saw was strange. I wasn't looking through my eyes anymore. I know because there I was, in front of me. It wasn't long before I realized I was seeing through the eyes of this perfect, tortured girl.

She - or I - watched me. Walking through the halls with a couple of friends, talking to a boy in study hall, smiling at a text from my mom.

"How... do you do it?"

Genuine relationships. This is what she was seeing. I never saw myself as popular or important, but I could connect with people. I hated her perfection. How could I have been so blind? So cold? Like the cold now leaving my bones.

When I came to, the crowd was gone. The only two left were she and I. Out of absolute impulse I lunged forward and hugged her tight, just wanting to comfort her! To let her know I understood!

It was then that I realized I had just been involved in some sort of... Magical, spiritual, third eye kind of something. I leapt back.