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So, after spanish, I went to my locker. Actually, before that, I talked to Victoria and she told me to bring the next Chobits to drama club, but anyway, I went to my locker. I got my books, closed it back up, and went to ditch my stuff in a bookbag room. I came out, and headed for the stairwell. About halfway through the door, I stopped short. Sadly, my right foot did not recieve the message, and it continued forward straight into the door! My toes were okay, but my ankle sure wasn't. Ouch. I skipped as many stairs as I safely could on one foot. Fortunately, it didn't hurt for very long. It was better by the time drama really got started.
Okay, lunch, it was okay. But it was $3.50, and I can't do that everyday. What I really, really found entertaining was how right after Farve told the cafeteria workers that the entire line was inside, people started getting in line. 'Course, I barely finished. I basically devoured half my chicken, ate the green beans, and was starting on my carrot souffle (I butchered that spelling, I think) when the handbell rang. A word to the wise: never eat that stuff fast. I felt worse after eating it than I had all day. Because in the morning, I was really hungry because I woke up late and my carpool came early, so my breakfast was really small. Then, in spanish, I suddenly felt so light-headed and disoriented. I didn't know what was going on, and I barely remembered where I was. I was still a little light-headed when I was in the lunch line. great combo, really.
Alright, here's the first part of my story! Actually, it's the prolouge-thing and the first "chapter." Its starts out a little oddly, but it does get better...I hope. Also, some of my spelling is bad, sorry. I wish I came with spell check, lol. ANYWAY, here it is, the beginnings of "The Sarlins"
Have you ever wanted to have psychic abilities? Well, just to let you know, you've had them. Everyone has. No, I'm not crazy. As children, we all have psychic powers. So why don't you have them anymore? You lost them.
Oh, it's not your fault. Most everyone loses them during adolesence. They don't even miss them. You see, unless you realize you have power, it fades away dring the changes in puberty. Those that do retain their powers are few. They are known as A-Psychs, sort for Adolesent/Adult Psychics. They only have one power, and with practice, they can gain great control over their powers. They're not exactly common, but they are there.
However, while their power is usually moderate, there are some whose powers are extraordinarily strong, and as a result, much harder to control. These precious few strong ones have more than one power, and because of the extreme differences discovered between them and ordinary A Psychs, they have earned a separate name.
We are known as the Sarlins.
It seems like an odd name, but there is a good reason for it. It's a story of six people, six people whol might have been ordinary if one of thm hadn't awoken them to their power. It's a story I have to tell.
It's my story.
The class after lunch is always the worst, but on this cold Febrary day, it was absolutely horrible. Not only did I have an English test, but my entire grade level had just had cheer practice. All the bending up and down had made my head spin, my stomach churn, and my brain pound angrily against the inside of my skull, like it was MY fault the teachers had made us practice over and over and over. I wasn't the only one, though. In the back of my class, one girl looked positively ill. She had her head down on her desk. Doesn't seem so odd until you realize that everone else, inclulding me, was studying lke CRAZY!
Good thing for me, I'm good at multi-tasking. As I studied like heck, I still managed to have a little empathy for the poor girl. I mean, I felt pretty sick myself, but at least I had my head up. For a moment, I really wished I could do something to help. Then, I realized I could. I closed my eyes, concentrated, and started to draw upon my power.
Okay, hold on, break time for a moment! This initial chapter is very much based on fact, minus the powers parts. Okay, mostly minus...this next little anecdote really did happen. But the thing it's interrupting, that wasn't going on. I was studying my BUTT off that day. And please excuse any of the more distasteful language. I wrote this bit two weeks ago, and I wasn't really thinking about it. Now, back to the story!
Okay, okay, so you want to know how I even knok I have powers? It's pretty simple. When I was about ten years old, I had a dream. In it, there was a rotting wooden walkway down to some amazing treasure. Just months after, a movie came out with almost that precise scene. That's when I knew. I found out just in time to save my foresight.
Of course, that's not all I can do.
Now, back to the sick day. Just as I was sure I had a good grasp on it, she left the room. a**, I though, more at myself, really. I was so slow to gain the control I needed to use my power; I was frustrated. She came back later, but by the time I had finished my test, relaxed, and tapped back into that corner of my mind, she had gone again. Gimme a break, I though irritably. I can't help from so far away, with all those walls in the way. Stay put! After a short while, she returned, looking much better. So much for that.
I was relieved when the bell finally rang. Well, almost. As I walked out the room, I caught a glimpse of the girl. Her head was back down on her desk. I supressed a sigh. Why, why, why did people have to hide how they felt until they were out of sight? I do it myself, but my reason is quite simple: who would believe that I can do the things I do? They're half the cause of my blue times. The rest of them come, both directly and indirectly, from the sick girl. Yea. Most people, if they were in my situation, would have said, "Serves her right," and laughed. They wouldn't give a thought to trying to help her. Not me. My attempts at unjustified revenge had long since ended at this point. I hate hurting people and seeing people hurt, to the point where I'm willing to help just about anybody.
Shaking my head gently, I grabbed my bookbag and walked out of the room. As I walked to my last class, I rememebered I had a quiz in it. Snap, I thought. All thoughts of the sick girl flew out of my head as I tried to remember what my quiz was on.
Turns out, the quiz was no big deal. After I finished, I put my pounding head dwn and turned my attention to another back-of-the-room girl. She was new to the school, fresh from Memphis, Tennessee. She was quiet, a big question mark, in my book. She made me look like a loud-mouth, and I'm shy.
I had another motivation for wanting to know more about her, besides the fact that she was a big question mark for me. i could tell she had power. I could sense the resevoir bubbling within her. I wasn't sure what she could do, but I knew she coud do something.
See, there's a secondary problem with powers, you don't always know you've got them. I know I said you had to realize you had powers to keep them, but there's always the exceptions to the rule. Take me, for example. I knew early on that I could dream the future, but it wasn't until later that I could sense people's power--and diferentiate between people using taht sense, though taht came with practice. And as time wnt on, I discovered more abilities in myself, one of them being healing, though it works best on myself.
Back to Mystery Memphis Girl. Her name is Raine. She's got reddish-brown hair, hazel eyes, and light freckles. She's close to my height, but more athletic-looking. She's a basketball layer. Her friends are this semi-popular group of people who talk a ton. Even then, I never see her talk much. All in all, she seems pretty nice, and she's kind of cute.
Okay time for another story break! Everytime I read that description, I swear I described the wrong person. But I didn't. And I do tend to adjust people's looks and qualities in my stories, even if a character is completely based on someone I know. Oh, and give the narrator a break. She's got this weird way of thinking of people, and she thinks most girls are a little cute. But in the way a person would say that a kitten is cute. I don't even know why I'm explaining this. Seems kinda obvious to me. But never can be to careful... Okay, let's get back to the story.
After school, I got home and finished my sparse bit of homework quickly. Then, I dashed to my sanctuary: the computer. I booted it up and immediately signed onto AIM. I noticed taht my friend Leo was online, for once. He's gonna IM me, I thought. Thirty seconds later, the IM window popped up. See, I had gotten really good at those types of predictions the year before, when sick girl, whose name is Allison, was IMing me irregularly. Just on random days, I'd think, Today she's gonna talk to me. And I was never wrong.
II spent an hour goofing around with Leo. Generally, our chats involve random questions on my part, affirmations that I really can trust him (tough I always have; it's a really old inside joke), and a little sexual innuendo, mostly on his part, but occasionally from me. We're fairly good friends, but we'd never be boyfriend-girlfriend. We're too much into this game of teasing each other. It's sweet, and he makes me laugh.
Just as I went to log off, Allison got online. Hmm... I knew if I stuck around, I could find out what was going on. However, it was dinner time, and I was bored with the Internet. I signed off. Later on, I realized I should have stayed online for ust a short while longer. I could have spared myself a night of pure torture.
Well, that's all for now. Hope ya liked the first two "chapers" of "The Sarlins"! Just an fyi: the narrator is really a little out of it. Understandably so. It'll seem more reasonable as the story goes on. I'm too tired to type the next two chapters now, though.
"She saw both their lives flash before her eyes"
~nepie
 nepie · Mon Feb 26, 2007 @ 11:43pm · 0 Comments |
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