What Could Go Wrong?

Chapter 3

I get to school really early, around 7:10. Sammy's already there because her dad needs to work early, so she hitched a ride with him to school. I wave a quick hello to her before walking toward the cafeteria as my stomach growls with hunger. I come back with my food to eat and talk with my best friend, trying to come up with a topic of conversation for Matt when he comes in. It's inevitable that I'll have to face him eventually.

As time passes, the cafeteria gets more and more crowded, and I spot Matt pushing through the crowd, his intentions on reaching our table per usual in the morning. I feel the nerves wash over my like a tsunami again, because I know I have to see him a lot during the week. After all, I have 2nd and 5th period, Homeroom, AND lunch with him. And yes, I know it will be will be awkward for a while, but I want our friendship to return to normalcy, if possible.

It finally end up in 2nd period. I'm pulling my U.S History binder out of my backpack when Matt comes over and pulls up a chair to talk.

I give a sheepish wave to him and he nods with a half-assed smile, starting with, "Hey Savannah, I just wanted to say again that I'm really sorry. And I'm not trying to avoid you today or anything. Even if it seems that way."

"It's okay," I reply with understanding, "I didn't think you were. And don't be sorry, it's not really your decision on who you end up liking. It just happens. Oh, and please don't talk to Jasmine about this. I wouldn't really be on her good side."

"Oh yeah, I totally understand that one."

Jasmine is the girl he used to date, but they broke up about two weeks ago. Jasmine is also somewhat my friend, the key word being somewhat, so I wouldn't want to hurt her feelings if not necessary. Don't be fooled, though... the only real reason is because I'm locker neighbors with her in P.E and would prefer her not to put my gym clothes in the toilet. She's done that before, don't ask.

I think about what Matt said all day. I don't know why, but it just runs through my head over and over again. I'm happy we might be able to go back to normal. I don't want to lose a friend like him over a silly little crush that may or may not be real. I still haven't quite decided yet.

The rest of the day goes by painfully slowly, and relief washes over me as I approach the front door of my little apartment. I take off one of the straps of my backpack and swing it around to unzip the smallest pocket, the one my keys are in. I grab them, unlock the door, and step inside the house. Nobody's home, which isn't surprising. My mom works long hours during the day and my sister has drama after school.

My bedroom is the first stop, where I drop off my backpack and coat with a loud thump. Next is the kitchen, where I find my homework snacks. It's arguably my favorite part of the day; I love food. Possibly more than life itself. The fridge is the first place I look, searching the shelves for the leftover enchiladas from last night. My hand ends up finding it when I reach in, so I turn around and close the door behind me as my mouth waters for this Mexican food. I look up to set it on the counter and scan the kitchen for the salt and pepper. I pass over the microwave, stove, floating red pot, and the knife block before landing on the lazy Susan where our spices-

Wait a second. Floating pot?

I freeze instantly as I register what I saw. My body slowly turns to stare at the red pot, levitating in the air, just as I had seen before.

"Wh-what.... the fuck?" I'm finally able to get out. I step back in disbelief , my back hitting the other side of the counter, and run down the hall towards my room, shut the door, and lean against it for a little while, trying to comprehend what just happened. My mind races, it's too much input. I've never seen... anything like this before. What even did I see? Could I be imagining this in the heat of this whole Matt thing? I decide that my mind was probably just playing tricks on me and let it go. It couldn't have been real, it's not possible.

Wearily, I stand up and head back to the kitchen to finish fixing my homework meal, microwaving it. No floating pots in sight, it's hung up on our pot and pan hooks like it should be.

I make my way to my bed and plop down on it, frowning at the thought of the pot pushing itself to the forefront of my mind. Even though I think I'm going crazy, I decide to try to repeat what happened in the kitchen just to see if it was me that did it. I've always been a huge superhero and comic fan, why not try it out? It's not like it would hurt. This is for shits and giggles anyway... right? I shake my head to clear those thoughts and begin to concentrate on the book that's sitting alone on my nightstand.

For the first few seconds, nothing happens. Okay, that's what I thought. I knew I was just driving myself crazy. However, soon it starts to make the small movement of a back and forth motion, just like I'm picturing in my head. Guess I spoke too soon. A slight grin spreads across my face as I then concentrate on lifting it up in the air. It takes a couple seconds, but it starts to levitate just a few inches from the table.

"Oh. My. God." I state slowly as I realize that I have gained the power I've wanted ever since I was little: Telekinesis. A large part of me still doesn't believe that this is happening, but I decide not to question it too much for now. Maybe I'm just dreaming.

"Man, this is going to be one hell of a story..."

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Hi! So I've been working on editing these first many chapters so they're just generally less annoying to read and so they actually make sense. I hope they're somewhat bearable now 😂