Hi. I'm Eleanor Walker, but most people call me Ellie. You probably don't remember me, but we met a couple of years ago. Now I'm eight years old and I'm in the third grade at my school. I have a brother Petey who's too young to go to school, and he's really annoying, but I don't need to tell you about him.
My teachers think I'm smart, which makes Mom and Dad happy. But there are things my teachers don't know about me--like that I can see people who died a long time ago. Mom knows, but she won't talk about it. And Abby Kimball and Ned Newhall know, because they can do it too. Abby picks me up after school when Mom can't, one day a week, and sometimes we do other things around Abby's big old house too, like painting and fixing things. I can talk to Abby and Ned about what's going on with what I can see and hear, because they have this thing too.
But now there's something else: there's a new kid, Danny, in my class this year, and I can kind of hear what he's thinking, which doesn't usually happen with real people. The rest of the kids at school just think he's weird, because he doesn't talk much, and he hasn't made a lot of friends, except me, I guess. Abby says he's autistic, but I don't really know what that means. I'm his friend anyway. He's a really smart kid too--he just doesn't know how to talk to people, but I hear his words most of the time.
Abby can hear him too, but she warned me not to talk about it to other people who don't understand. Some of them make fun of him, but I try to stop them. Some kids can be really mean.
I don't usually talk about it, but I think there are a lot of people who kind of hear and see what people are thinking. Only they don't always admit it because they're scared that people will laugh at them or be mean. What about you? Do you sometimes know what people are thinking before they say it?
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