Creative Writing: The Jinn

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The next morning I arrive early to school. I pull out a notebook, lean against a wall and start to draw; people-watching feels less weird when I'm drawing them. I'm doing better at avoiding the Jinn gazes. I cannot let them know I can see them, and I was not being careful yesterday. Classes haven't even started yet, but I've already learned a lot. The Jinn apparently like to tag along with certain people. They constantly mutter commentary, as if dictating their thoughts. Most of the time they're able to direct their actions just with a few simple words. But most of them aren't overly bossy, as much as just being there, leaving a faint fingerprint on everything. I've heard the name Tetra come up again, but all I can figure is that he's the …show more content…

I realize I can't try to avoid them as they come toward me. If I keep my gaze focused straight ahead, they usually dart around me at the last second. Since they are see-through and can pass through walls like it's nothing, I wonder why they make the effort to avoid people? "Watch it!" someone shouts right before I stumble over a girl sitting on the floor. "Sorry-sorry." I mumble, backing away apologetically. This is ridiculous trying to keep everything straight; who do I walk around and who do I pretend like they don't even exist? This is going to take some work. I turn a corner and walk straight through a Jinni girl. It's the first time I've ever touched a Jinni, and I suddenly experience a hot flash. My skin prickles in an instant sweat. I can hear her sputtering from behind me. Apparently it was worse for her, or she has a pretty low tolerance. Either way, it wasn't very pleasant for either of us. That must be why they avoid touching us. I try to straighten up and continue walking like nothing is wrong. Once I get far enough away, I dare to glance back and see who I just ran …show more content…

I hadn't noticed her so close to me. She stoops down and picks up my books from the lawn. "I don't blame them. I've been wanting to rip this thing apart myself." I say, holding up the shredded backpack, before dropping it into the nearest garbage can. "You'd think they'd give you a break; considering, everything that's happened the last couple of days." "They don't take breaks." I say quietly, glancing around at the real offenders. The ones that only I can see. "You're really pensive." Kenna says, tilting her head. "What are you thinking?" "You've been watching me?" I ask, smiling. She blushes and tucks a piece of hair behind her ear. "Well, I was worried. I mean, you were really freaked out yesterday, and..." She trails off. "Did you really punch the hall monitor?" She asks abruptly. The way she says it, is like she totally doesn't believe it, but just has to make sure. "How did you hear about that?" I ask surprised. "What? It's true?" She says, somewhere between a laugh and a squeak. "It wasn't my fault. He snuck up on me and scared the living daylights out of me." "Oh my gosh Liam! That's terrible!" She begins laughing. "You're laughing? Really? How could you Kenna? I mean- honestly- the poor

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