Training.
The sun beats down on my baked skin while I weave the wind.
"It's like, not working!" Jessica cries, throwing her tanned hands up in the air.
I give her a hostile glare.
It's not working...
...BECAUSE YOU DON'T HAVE POWER, JESSICA.
I add silently in my head.
Ali is getting frustrated with me, I can tell.
I know that Jessica has power, but where is it? Wonders a thought in Ali's mind.
"Hey Ali," I say casually. "Want to talk?"
Sure.
I plant one foot on the ground, next to the other, and wait for Ali to join me.
"Can you mind read?" I blurt out even though I want to say something like: 'So... you know about ESP? Well I mighttttt have something to tell you...'
"Of course I can." She bites her lip, like she doesn't know how to explain it. "I get headaches every time I walk into crowds, and sometimes I just get these thoughts that just aren't mine, you know?"
I do. If you can hear me, then please respond Ali.
Why wouldn't I hear you?
That's good. We can talk like this without Jessica knowing.
What do you mean? Jessica can mind read too, can't she?
Jessica doesn't have power. If she did, than maybe she'd mind read, but how am I going break that to Ali?
Jessica. Has. Power.
Oops. Ali just heard that.
Okay.
Darkness, darkness, cover my thoughts.
I think of dark spaces, dark rooms, and vast dark nights to cover my thoughts of Jessica.
Ali looks at me fixedly, but she doesn't seem to care that she doesn't have access to my thoughts.
My nostrils are clouded by a scent I know to much.
No. I can not let him know.
Ali, tell Jessica to stop. Quickly.
Why? Ali is hesitant, but she still goes and talks to Jessica, both of them wearing confused looks.
"Dennis." I fill my tone with the coldness of an icicle.
"Julia." He matches my tone, his eyes drifting to Jessica.
"So are you here to look at Jessica, or are you finally going to apologize for letting Matt call me a freak?" I lift my eyebrows challengingly.
"Why would I ever apologize for saying the right thing?" He strays.
"Well, I don't know, maybe you felt bad for being mean? What's this?" I grab a white rock from the soggy ground.
"Don't-touch-that!" Dennis cries, reaching for it.
Our hands touch and I'm hit with visions.
The one who is of air,
A flash of me, un-leashing a giant tornado.
the one who is rare,
Dennis, lighting bolts erupting around him.
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Glowing in the Dark
FantasyBook one of The Elemental Trilogy "What if I told you magic is real? What if I told you that we have magic? What if I told you that we can change the world?" All her life, Julia has wanted to have people fear her. To stop being bullied, to make a...
