Telekinetic (Quicksilver)

Chapter 3

Today is moving day. The suburbs were two hours away from my home, my old home. I watched as my parents started loading the boxes into the trailer truck. They groaned with the weight of some of the 'Kitchen' boxes, and I could see sweat starting to pour from their foreheads.

"Can I help with anything?" I asked, my voice cracking a little bit. Mom's eyes drifted up to meet mine for a second as if she were surprised that I had spoken, but then they quickly moved back to the box that she was carrying.

"Actually...you can. Could you grab that 'Garage' box for me? Maybe put it on the truck?" I could hear her voice softly against my ears. The first time I had really been outside in years hadn't started off too well. The voices were almost unbearable at first, but I set up a sort of barrier around my head, trying to block some of them out. It was actually quite easy, but it wasn't so good for multi-tasking. 

"Yeah, Mom." I muttered quietly. My sneakers dragged slightly over the concrete driveway as I searched for the box that she wanted. As soon as I found it, I noticed that it was bulging with wires. Great, now she wants me to do the hard work for her. I gently picked up the box, slightly groaning with the weight of it. I balanced it precariously on my two arms, just to give it a bit more stability. My feet moved slowly towards the truck, the box wobbling slightly with every step. I quickly dropped the box into the truck, slipping my fingers out from the bottom and listening to the loud THUD! as it clashed with the metal. I sighed, a bit relieved that the box wasn't in my hands anymore. Most of the boxes had already been loaded into the truck, but a few small ones were still left in a stack in the garage. I took the initiative and grabbed them. They were actually very light, filled with some of my stuffed animals and such. Don't judge me! 

I placed them towards the back of the truck, next to the huge box for the garage, and gave a huge smile to my Mom, who was now sitting in the car. She didn't see me, but I was still a bit happy to get the boxes over with. I hopped into the back seat of our car, which was hauling the trailer behind it, and buckled the leather seatbelt around my waist. I had to tighten it a bit so that it would fit, but other than that we were ready to go. All we had to do was plug in the keys and start the car. Dad was sitting opposite me in the driver's seat, and Mom was sitting in front of me in the passenger. I can't believe I forgot to call Shot gun! I looked out the window, aimlessly, watching a few small birds float carelessly from tree to tree, giving off little snippets of bird songs as they did so. There were few clouds in the sky, which didn't help me much. With the outfit I had chosen, I could burn up in seconds. I was wearing one of my old leather jackets with a pair of ripped jeans that had grown a tad bit too small for me. I was carrying my Walkman with me, which I liked to listen to all the time. I looked like I had stepped out from the 80's, which was my goal. 

The windows were extremely hot, so I placed the back of my hand against one of them, trying to see how long I could hold it there. At thirty seconds, my hand felt like it was going to fall off of my arm, but I kept holding it there. Eventually, it just got numb. I could hear the rumble of the car start up, and the car bounced a bit with the power of the motor. I sighed as my house slowly faded behind me, my neighborhood became lost within the trees behind us. With that, I turned on my Walkman, quickly turning it down so that my parents wouldn't hear it. One of my favorite songs, Sweet Dreams (Are made of this) by Eurythmics, started to blare out of the speakers. I smiled as I quietly sang along with it. As soon as it ended, another song started to play, and another, and another. It went on like this for what felt like hours. I touched the metal knobs as I prepared to shut off the music.

"Hey, Mom? How long until we get there?" I could hear Mom laugh a bit. I didn't know why.

"We are approaching your new street. Look around, see if there are any kids who you might want to play with."