Telekinetic (Quicksilver)

Chapter 2

Five Years Later

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It was my Freshman year at High School, Kassard High, and I was sitting at my computer. The shiny silver border shone with the sunlight that had been blinding me for the past hour. The glass was smudged, but I could see fairly clearly; just enough so that I could read my assignments and study. As you may have guessed, my parents decided that I should be homeschooled. They still thought that I had been teased or beaten up by bullies, not that I was secretly able to read minds. I was actually quite happy with their suggestion, due to the fact that I tried to stay as far away from people as possible. This was the middle of the year, fifteen weeks and three days until school ends.

I sat there at my desk, contemplating whether to shut the blinds or not, and tugging at my left earlobe. It was just a habit that I had gotten into,but it strangely only ever happened when something bad would happen. For example: the first time I rubbed my ear, my legs got literally stuck inside of the bars on the playground. I had to wait, suspended in the air, until someone grabbed some hand sanitizer to get me unstuck. I had huge bruises on my legs for three days. 

I could feel the twang of pain as my nails dug slightly into my skin, but I paid it no mind. I had definitely felt worse. I clicked onto the browser bar on my computer and typed in "www.kassard_high_school.greensfield.k12.ca.us". My finger drifted over the smooth keys of the keyboard, hovering slightly over the "ENTER" button, which I pressed. The screen went blank for a few seconds, then illuminated with our school symbol, the Eagle. I groaned as I grabbed my mouse, forcing the smooth glass to drift across my screen to the pixelated "Welcome" button on my screen. I had gotten quite sick of school over the past couple of days; none of the lessons intrigued me like they used to, and I think I knew too much. I could hear the robotic voiceover as the cartoon popped up on my screen. It was a slightly realistic cartoon, despite the annoying pixelated- ness, of a woman with brown hair wearing a grey suit. She didn't look much like a teacher, more like a spy or maybe one of those weird online creeps. 

"Hello....Mercy!" It pronounced my name as Meh-rie-see instead of the normal Murr-see. Like the word, as in "Have no mercy!".  "Today we will be learning about Trigonometry!" Her monotoned voice gives off a very displeased attitude. Great, now I can fail at trigonometry, just like I did with Pre-Algebra last quarter, and Geometry the quarter before. To be blunt, I suck at Math. Not saying it's the worst, just saying that I epically suck at it. I cringed slightly whilst watching the screen fade out. A long equation appeared in front of me, which I completely understood. It's like I can understand the topics but I can't solve any of the problems. 

"(2x)2+(x)2= H2" I fumbled around with the letters and numbers, my hands fidgeting on my mouse. I had no choice but to guess. In the small twinkling white box at the bottom of the screen, I typed in the sequence H=5 sqrt.

I clicked the enter box to the side of the question and whined as the losing sound echoed through my skull. I sighed, pulling a piece of my hair behind my ear. I could hear Mom's voice in my head clearly.

I wish that girl would clean up her room.... An audible gasp escaped her mouth as she attempted to sneak up behind me. I could feel her warm breath pounding on my neck. Her hands placed themselves onto my shoulders, and I pretended to be scared. I popped my shoulders up and flipped my chair around at a rapid pace. My eyes were as large as saucers, and I let out a faint shriek.

"Mom! Don't do that! I was in the middle of-" I stopped when I saw her eyes. They were looking down at the ground. She was worried about something. I let my mind wander curiously close to hers, listening intently to what was running through her head.