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The Power Of The Mind

This is one of my...finished stories! Be proud of me!

Le Pouvoir De L'Esprit

By: Thought

A/N: This was originally written for a challenge where you had to start a story with the words, “Isn’t it funny when”. I found out after writing this that the story could only be one hundred words. However, I was still quite prowd of this, so I thought I’d upload it here.

Isn’t it funny when just when you think you have the universe figured out, something happens that totally destroys your theory? You’re left with a collection of facts that mean nothing when put together without that one factor that you now know to be untrue. That has happened to everyone, even me. I had the perfect life. Friends, beauty, intelligence and money. I had parents who cared for me, and I loved my life and the person I was. I was, quite literally, perfect. That is, until the day I discovered my power.

Ok, maybe I should start from the beginning. My name is Caura Ilane Markston. I am sixteen years old and attend tenth grade at my local High School. I am approximately five feet and eight inches tall, with long black hair and grey eyes. I was one of the most popular girls in school, and I had many friends, though very few true ones. My grades were never below ninety percent, and I was, quite admittedly, a teacher’s pet. But my life all changed on that one fateful day.

Wednesday, April 21, 2004, 5:30 PM

My friend Célien and I had been studying for a math test that was coming up the next day. Our math 30 teacher, Mr. Bodro, was one of our least favorite teachers.

“I don’t believe this!” Célien exclaimed, angrily throwing her math book down on the bed, frightening my cat away, “We just had a math test, we’ve hardly had any time to learn the new concepts!”

“Yeah,” I agreed, setting my own book down on the floor and hopping up to sit beside my friend on the bed. “What does he think we are, supercomputers?”

Célien jumped up and began marching across the room, moving her limbs in a mechanical fashion. “I am Super Math Learner 1326, I will learn all math there is to learn and take over the world with my advanced knowledge.”

I burst out laughing, falling backwards on the bed. Célien grabbed the two math books and held them up to her back and chest. “You can not harm me, I have the power of math on my side!”

“You look like that guy from the robot movie we saw yesterday.” I informed her. She grinned, and dropped the books back on the bed.

“I loved that movie!” I said enthusiastically, bouncing on the bed.

“Yeah, me too,” agreed Célien. Then she spoke again, but in a much different tone, “God, how can she like that movie? That was one of the most wasted two hours of my life I have ever spent in a theater! The only good thing about it was the popcorn…popcorn tastes good…I’m hungry…chocolate…peanuts…”

I stared at her in shock. Finally finding my voice I demanded, “If you didn’t like the movie, why’d you agree to see it?”

She looked at me strangely, “What do you mean? I really liked the movie.”

“No you didn’t!” I accused her angrily, “You just said you thought it was a waste of time!”

She blinked rapidly at me. “I didn’t say anything,” she said carefully.

“Yeah, right.” I muttered, “C’mon, let’s go get some chocolate or peanuts or something, I’m sick of math for the moment.” I got up and stalked out of the room, not waiting to see if Célien was following.

Thursday, April 22, 2004, 10:25 AM

I sat in Science class the next day, watching in boredom as Mrs. Toneys wrote out formulas on the blackboard. I glanced over at Célien, who was exchanging notes with Lexia and Michael. I was too far away to be included in the conversation. Suddenly, Lexia spoke, quite loudly and clearly into the silence.

“He is going to pay for that! I don’t believe this! That…arg! I can’t believe he said that to me.”

I stared at her in shock. She was bent over a piece of paper, writing furiously, an angry look on her face. Slowly, I looked up, expecting to see Mrs. Toneys descending on Lexia, but instead, she was still at the front of the room, writing on the blackboard. I glanced around at everyone else. They seemed not to have heard anything.

Thursday, April 22, 2004, 12:30 PM

Kevin Retruse approached me at my locker during lunch. Kevin is the star basketball player for our school’s team, and my boyfriend of two years. “Hey Caur.” He smiled as he helped me cram my books into my locker.

“Hey Kev.” I smiled, “Don’t you have a game to be at?”

“Our team doesn’t leave for another twenty minutes, so I just thought I’d find you and say hi. You didn’t call me last night.”

“Sorry,” I apologized, “Math…you know.” Actually, I had been too angry with Célien to remember to call him.

“Yeah, that’s ok.” He smiled. “I had all those guys over last night to show them that she and I were actually together! They were all expecting her to call! How can I ever expect to gain their respect if they think I don’t have a girlfriend. I mean, it’s not like I’ll stay with her for much longer, but still…!”

I stared at him in shock. “How could you?!” I demanded, “You were just using me! I don’t believe this!” and, without giving him time to reply, I slammed my locker and ran off down the hall.

Thursday, April 22, 2004, 6:00 PM

I lay on my bed crying. I had been there since I had gotten home from school. It was now 6:00, and I was still crying. I couldn’t believe Kevin would do such a thing to me! I had trusted him! I heard a knock at my door, and my mother’s voice called out, “Caura, can I come in?”

“Yeah, whatever.” I called back, and returned my face to my pillow. I heard the door open and felt my mom sit down on my bed.

“What’s wrong, Honey?” she asked gently. I looked up at her and the whole story of my and Kevin’s breakup came flooding out of me. When I was finished, my mom looked slightly confused.

“And he just said all of this?” she asked.

“Yeah, it was like I wasn’t even there!” Fresh tears streamed down my face. My mom hugged me tight, stroking my hair soothingly. After a while, my tears stopped falling, and my sobs subsided into sniffles. “Well,” said my mother, “I think you were lucky to get rid of him. And besides, this gives you time for nice boys, like Jason perhaps?” she had meant it as a joke, but I frowned at her.

“How’d you know about Jason?” I asked.

She blinked, and said hurriedly, “You’ve mentioned him.” “What? There’s nothing wrong with a mother reading her daughter’s diary, is there?”

My pillow has little red stripes mixed in with the purple. I never noticed that before.

And so it continued. Whenever I was talking to someone, they’d start talking like I wasn’t there. I learned stuff about all my friends, teachers and family that I would have rather not known. I avoided Kevin like the plague, only spoke to Célien when absolutely necessary and stopped writing in my diary. I found out that my social studies teacher thought I was an insufferable know-it-all, and that one of my closest friends, Min, was only my friend because she hoped to get a chance with Kevin. But not all the things I learned were about me. For example, I now knew that Miss Malerd, our Physical Education teacher had a crush on Mr. Macordy, our Vice-Principal, and that Michael, another friend of mine, had a large secret stash of mint-chocolate-chip ice cream in his downstairs freezer.

I had figured out that no one aside from me could hear the secret things. I was special. Yep, I was special, gifted, cursed, chosen; who wouldn’t be thrilled? I hated it. It got progressively worse. I found out that the quiet bookwormish girl who sat in the back corner of every class, Lissy, I think her name is, kept a knife in her pocket all the time, in case she was attacked on the way home from school. Can we all say paranoid? Then I found out that one of her few friends, Chris, had been attacked on the way home from school.

Soon, it became so terrible, that I couldn’t hear anyone who was actually talking to me because all I could hear was the thoughts of those around me. I came to hate groups of people with more than four. My classwork became inaccurate and sloppy, because I couldn’t hear the teacher. I knew my friends and parents were worried, but I tried desperately to hide it, for fear they might think me insane.

Saturday, June 28, 2004, 10”26 AM

I leapt out of bed with a light heart on June 28th. School was finally over for the year, and I could finally be alone with my own thoughts for hours on end. I pulled on some blue shorts and a white tanktop and bounded downstairs, eager to leave the house. I grabbed an apple from the bowl in the kitchen and hurried into the living room to get my purse in case I had to catch the bus or a cab, or got hungry. I knew exactly where I was going. It was a small area of woods just outside of the city. There was a small brook that ran through it, and I loved to sit beside it and just relax. This, however, was not to be. When I entered the living room, I found my parents talking to a man and a woman in official looking suits. My mother smiled at me and asked me to sit down.

“These are Mr. Jones and Miss Pritcca. They’re with a counselling organization. This is my daughter,” she told the two.

I arched one eyebrow. “A counselling organization?” I asked skeptically.

“Yes. We’d just like you to talk to them, Caura. We’ve been concerned about you the last little while,” explained my dad.

I stared in disbelief at them. “You put me in for counseling?” I asked incredulously.

“It’s just for a little while,” my mom reassured me.

I glared at her. “I do not need counselling!” I exclaimed angrily. I made to get up but my mom put a hand on my shoulder.

“Please Caura, just try it? If you don’t like it you can quit. No pressure.”

I fell back into the cushions. “Fine.” I snapped, but my expression said very clearly that I was not happy with the situation.

“That’s wonderful,” smiled the woman, Miss Pritcca, I think. She rose to her feet. “Why don’t we go for a drive?” she suggested. I shrugged, and followed her and the man out of the front door. We walked up to their car and I hopped into the back seat. I was surprised to find it already occupied.

“Hi,” said the girl sitting beside me, “You’re Caura?”

“Yeah…and you are…?” I asked nervously.

“I’m Destiny,” she said coolly. The girl appeared to be about four years my junior, with long golden hair and dark green eyes. She wore tight black pants and a forest green T-shirt. I also noticed that she wore makeup.

“Nice to meet you.” I said uncertainly, holding out my hand. She shook it, still unsmiling.

“Look,” she finally said, “I’m here to make you feel more comfortable. I don’t know what story Elypsa and Peter have fed your parents, but it’s not true. You are a telepath. A very strong telepath, actually. But very uncontrolled. We’re going to help you with that. I am also a telepath. However, I’ve trained most of my life, so I have strong mental barriers, and a lot more control of where I go in people’s minds than you do. I can take over people’s minds if I want to, make them do whatever I want.”

I shuddered involuntarily. “Um…”

Just then, the two adults hopped into the car. But after studying them a minute I realized my first impression of them, of two people in their mid to late thirties, was not even close. I’d put the red haired woman at about twenty-five, and the brown haired man at fifty something.

“That was a mind elusion,” said Destiny suddenly.

I turned to her in confusion, “What?”

“Their ages. They made you and your parents see two people in their thirties.”

I stared at her in surprise. “They…you mean…they’re telewhatsits too?”

“Telepaths? Yeah,” confirmed Miss Pritcca from the front seat.

“Oh, and that’s not her real name,” muttered Destiny, “She’s Elypsa Teptes. Peter is really Mr. Jones, though. But we just call them by their first names. I mean, Elypsa’s only twenty-three.”

I frowned at her. “You should still show her respect,” I scolded gently.

“You’ll get along quite well with Steve and Melody.” She told me, and turned away to the window.

“Well,” said Elypsa from the front seat, “As Destiny has said, you are a telepath. We are all telepaths. Peter runs a kind of school to help us with our abilities. You will attend it on weekends when regular school is in session, and every day during the summer. That is, if you wish to attend at all. You will still have a normal life, living with your parents and going to school. Most of the students do. Some, like Destiny and myself live at the school fulltime.”

“I see.” I nodded blankly. Everything was happening so fast.

“You’ll like it, I assure you.” Peter said kindly. I shrugged. We would see.

Wednesday, December 23, 2004, 8:49 PM

I stared at the calendar on the wall in awe. I had been attending Peter’s school for six months already. It had turned out to be very helpful and enlightening. I had made many friends there, Destiny not included. I was a little nervous around her, to tell the truth. The first time I had met her I had thought her a little girl, just trying to act cool. I knew better now. She was very intelligent, powerful and cold. I think she was hurt a long time ago, and now she won’t get close to anyone for fear of being hurt again. Everyone admits that, next to Peter, Destiny is the most powerful telepath at the school.

There was a tap on my shoulder, and I looked up to see Kirisma standing over me. “C’mon Caura!” she urged, “Let’s go find some hot guys to dance with.”

“Kira, we know all the guys here, and you know very well that none of them are hot.” I said a little testily.

This did nothing to deter my friend. “We could go to a club and sneak in and find guys.” She suggested hopefully.

I sighed. “No Kirisma, we’re underage and it’s not legal, and you know it. Let’s go shake all the presents under the tree.” I rose to my feet and pulled the taller, dark-skinned girl behind me. We reached the tree, and I knelt beside it, searching for a present addressed to me or Kirisma.

Sunday, August 24, 2012, 1:11 PM

I strode across the entry hall to the school, Kirisma and Peter close behind me. I reached the door and pulled it open to find Destiny leading an eleven-year-old boy towards the black car. His name, I remembered was Henry. I had taught him a few times before. Henry stepped into the back seat of the car, and I jumped into the driver’s seat. Kirisma scrambled in beside me and I waved to Peter and Destiny as I pulled away. Peter had stopped going on the recruitment trips, as Kirisma and I had started calling them, about four years ago. The responsibility now fell to me, Kirisma, Destiny and Elypsa, though Joe would soon be taking over Elypsa’s position, as she wanted to go exploring Europe. I slid into the driveway of a white brick house. Kirisma and I hopped out, told Henry to wait and headed up to the front door. I knocked, and a little girl, no more than ten opened the door.

“Hello,” I said gently, “We’re here to see your brother Robert. Is he here?”

“Angel, who’s that looking for me?” came a boy’s voice, and a boy, about thirteen appeared behind the little girl.

“Hello, Robert?” I asked.

“Yeah…” he nodded.

“We’re from Counselling For Kids Inc, we’d like to talk to you…”

The End

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