Telepathy Part 1

Xavier White

My name is Xavier White. I am a 14-year-old boy and I can read minds. I know it sounds crazy but I can and it's true. My family don't know why or how I am capable of doing such a thing. I've had several test done by doctors but I've been confirmed a normal kid, except I can read people's minds. The doctors have no clue how this miracle happened and probably will never ever know. No one can hide secrets from me, no one trusts me, and I just stare at their forehead and, well, I know what their thinking.

My mum and dad are great parents but the problem is they always fight, argue and scream at each other like there's no ending. My Mum's name is Mary and she works at a bookstore just around the corner of our house. My dad's name is Adam and he is, to be honest, lazy and pathetic. He just sits down and picks his toenails while watching a bit of the NBA or just has an all-day sleep or what he likes to call it "a small nap."

I only have one friend and will probably only have one friend. His name is Arthur Bold and he is also 14 years old. I only met him two years ago on the public bus from school. He is the nicest boy ever and even though he knows I can read minds he still trusts me. He obviously can't keep secrets from me, but what does he have to hide? His mother and father both died in a fatal car crash close to a year ago and his only living relative is his Auntie Stella, who he has to live with, but his okay with that because her house is pretty close to the school. One day in class when we were doing maths he was sitting next to me. It was maybe a couple of months after the accident with his parents; I read his mind without him knowing. He thought of how it was even possible for a bus to crash into his parents' car on the way back from a party and ever since than he has never caught the bus or car again. He walks to and from school and that only takes around twenty minutes possibly fifteen if he's lucky and he always brings an umbrella with him just in case it rains.

I have to catch the public bus to and from school because my parents can't be bothered waking up at 7:30 AM to take me to school and my mum "apparently" has too much cleaning to do every afternoon after her shift at her bookstore. I like catching the public bus anyway because when I do I always like reading the people's minds. For example - just yesterday morning - when I was on the bus to school, there was a middle-aged woman sitting in front me. I was searching her mind... and this is what she was thinking:

'My presentation better work today.'

That was early in the morning and I wasn't exactly concentrating too hard on her mind, I was concentrating more on an upcoming science test (I got an A+++) we were going to have that morning. I attend South Angel Academy in Waverley and their work is really boring especially for me since I can read people's minds. They sometimes don't even bother handing out tests to me because they know I will get every single question correct.

I've had some bad experiences with the ability of reading minds and the worst one of them all involved a bomb, a Greyhound bus and a man who was determined to do something that would cause the death of dozens.

Vladimir Krishnov

My name is Vladimir Krishnov. I am a 31-year-old man and I'm from Russia. I'm the only child living in this dreadful place called Waverley and I hate it. I live at an apartment just in front of the bus stop, which is handy since I catch the bus to and from work. I work at Walmart and that's just enough to pay for the rent and put food on the table.

I have been taught how to make a bomb. I know that sounds crazy but I can and it's true. It's not exactly a bomb that you'd see on movies though; it's a pressure cooker bomb. My dad showed me at the age of 16 back in Russia. All you do is place explosive materials into a pressure cooker and attach a blasting cap at the top of the cooker then you make a detonator that will activate the blasting cap. It's really easy and I've had a lot of practice on it.