Of course, that was before I apparently looked like a cross between a human and a mannequin. By the end of the night I’d lost count of the times I had to explain why I was so pale and all my freckles had faded away (“the weird gym lighting”), or why I wasn’t eating anything (“already ate”).And then there was the small fact that I could now hear everyone’s thoughts.When I’d first walked into the gym, I’d thought that the noise level seemed so loud because they had multiple jamboxes on somewhere, each one turned to a different radio talk show or something. It had taken me a few minutes to realize what I was really hearing. When I did figure it out, I’d had to duck into the girls’ restroom in order to calm down. The stupid feeding must have caused it.At least the bloodlust hadn’t shown up, too.“How did it go?” Dad called from the kitchen as I entered the house the next morning.“Fine,” I sighed, knowing he’d hear me even if I whispered no matter what room he was working in today.I left it at that.
