When Ideas Come to Play: Chapter four

When an idea comes into a person’s life, it will eventually make that person look weird to everyone else who can’t see that idea. And this is what started to happen to Mark.
“Did you hear that?” Celeste said to him one day in English class. “That’ll will help you understand how to beat control.”

Mark’s eyes went wide after hearing what his teacher had just said.
“You’re right,” he said out loud. “That makes so much sense! I never saw that before. We need to tell the others so they could start working on it.”
“Don’t worry,” Celeste winked at him. “They’re already on it.”
Mark lifted his hand and they did their secret handshake.
“Mark Warren,” his teacher said. “Who are you talking to?”
Mark jumped in his seat, shocked out of the secret conversation. “Sorry. I was talking to my idea.”

The teacher raised an eyebrow while the other kids snickered and whispered around Mark.
“What idea?” the teacher asked.
“Celeste,” Mark replied, pointing to her floating near his head.
But the class stared at him in silence.
“They can’t see me,” Celeste said to him.
And as if they could hear her, a kid next to Mark asked, “Why can’t we see her?”

Mark looked at the girl then at her idea floating above her head. Then he looked around at everyone else’s ideas floating near them. See, the problem wasn’t that Mark was talking to his idea. It was that he was talking to an idea that no one else could see. Because some ideas can only be seen by the partner they choose. And that’s the kind of idea Celeste was. And that’s what makes some artists look really weird to other people—they see things that no one else can.

“I…I don’t know,” Mark replied. He looked up at Celeste. “Why can’t they see you?”
“Because she isn’t real,” the girl next to him answered for him. “You’re a weirdo.”
The rest of the class burst out laughing and the kids pointed at Mark. Even the teacher shook his head in the front of the room. And Mark sat in his seat, lowering his head in embarrassment.
That day Mark walked home from school in silence and Celeste followed behind him without a word. When he got home, he walked into his room and sat at the edge of his bed.

“Are you okay?” Celeste finally asked.
“I’m sad,” Mark told her.
“Are you gonna abandon me?”
Ideas aren’t cold spirits, but they are inherently self-centered. So they care less about your feelings and more about manifesting.
Mark wiped a tear from his eyes. Then he stood up and looked Celeste in her eyes. “You’re more important than what people say about me.”
She grinned from ear to ear as he ran into the guest room and they got to work.

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