Project Moonlark: A Fanfiction

4. EVERLORE ACADEMY

"Tell me, do you know how to use telekinesis to lift the glass of water in front of you?" Bronte's words echoed around the room as I concentrated on the still unmoving glass, blood rushing into my cheeks. What had I done the last time to make the lamppost stay? I couldn't think of anything now—it was too far back and I was too nervous.

"I'll give you a few more seconds," Bronte said, cursing under his breath. Move! I mentally shouted, imagining the glass shooting high up into the air, defying gravity. I scrambled to remember what had happened that day—I hit the lamppost, it was going to crush the car, everyone was gasping, I shot my arm out and it stayed in place. I tried to imagine doing the same thing now.

"Five..." Bronte counted down. I blocked him out, going back into the moment. The car speeding towards the falling lamppost, myself being unable to stop it from falling, the mysterious boy chasing me... My mind drew up Rob's sweet, innocent face the first time we'd met. I'd been too overwhelmed to act properly, and worst of all, I'd been mean to him. He didn't deserve anything I'd said to him; he was only following his father's orders. I wished I could see him again. I wished I could start things over with him. Some part of me just desired him more than I'd like to admit... and god, he was so beautiful. I was already starting to miss his messy blonde hair and relaxed smile, like his life was just as perfect as he was.

"STOP!" Bronte was screaming, jerking me out of my fantasies. I'd failed, hadn't I? I lifted myself from the chair, and then screamed.

I was falling! I saw the ground below me but had no time to adjust my landing position. I landed on my butt.

"Ouch," I wailed. Then I saw the empty room and gasped in horror. "Oh my god," I murmured. I wasn't just going to fail my test now. I was going to be sent to...

"Don't panic!" The woman yelled from her seat, which was hanging mere inches away from the crystal chandelier on the ceiling, defying gravity. So was Bronte's, the redhead's, Alden's, and the table.

"How do I get you guys down?!" I panicked, reaching out with my arm and motioning for everything to go back down. There were spilled glasses and gourmet plates everywhere—sliding off the table, falling down, and broken shreds of glass on the expensive red carpet.

My hands became more frantic, until I was practically waving at the floating furniture.

"It's coming down, you're good!" The redhead encouraged me. I took a deep sigh of relief. Finally, with their hairs covered with water and food, everyone had gotten down in one piece.

"That was a disaster!" Bronte raged, clamping his palms into fists. The other two councillors trembled beside him. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to neaten it up.

"I'm so sorry!" I apologized uselessly. "Sorry," I said again when no one heard me. "I guess I'll go now?"

"Oh, no," Bronte laughed darkly. "You're staying. You're going to explain exactly what you wanted to do with us up there." That's when I noticed he had pointy ears—just like storybook elves. I didn't mention it, though, because it was probably impolite to do so.

"Um," I stammered. "I... don't really know. I didn't think I was doing anything—I-I can't control it, you know? It's very-very random, and-um, I'm really sorry about—"

"You're going to need to work on controlling your telekinesis," the redhead agreed. "But, wow, that was... wow. I have no words." The blonde one nodded, smiling. "I agree with Kenric." I assumed she was referring to the redhead. She was already on the edge of her seat, leaning in to him. They were definitely dating. It was weird not hearing their thoughts, although I wasn't sure if I wanted to.

"So that's it?" I asked, desperate to prove myself now, even though I knew it was no use. "I'm out?"

"No!" Kenric assured me. "The test was to lift a glass, and you lifted the whole room. You passed."