LIGHTNING AND THUNDER

(1) Levina: Lightning

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Chapter 1:

Telepathy was a burden which no mortal’s shoulders could ever carry.

As a child I was The Witch of West Virginia, I had ruined most relationships, boys were out of the question, as were friends, and sometimes, family. As I got older, my aunt sent me to therapists, who claimed me to be acting out from the movements of my family, my aunt shook her head at them, she understood, only partially though. I learned to ignore the thoughts of others, I couldn’t hear animals or sometimes strange people, I ignored them all, trying to keep their thoughts away from me, but still the thoughts could sneak up on me and could crush me. By the time I got to high school, I learned to build walls; the walls were steel plates, to block out the harsh thoughts. The secrets I hear, oh, they could fill thousands of books, millions of pages, and hundreds of libraries, they never seem to cease.

Yet even though I knew it could never be, I knew that we were meant for each other the moment I saw him. I had pulled up to school, fifteen minutes early, with my friend, Cleo she was thinking

 I wish I could have fit in a quick morning swim than have to give her a ride, I bet a thousand bucks that Sara is out there right now, ugh.

 A surge of jealousy surged through her then guilt, I pretended to ignore her.  I hadn’t finished brushing my hair so as I stepped out of the small silver BMW; I was teasing and untangling my hair with my fingers.  I retrieved my backpack from the floor and as I swung my backpack onto my shoulder I saw him.  

He was pouring himself over an old scraggily book. As I slammed the car door shut he glance up and couldn’t seem to command himself to stare down at the book again. His piercing emerald eyes caught my gaze and he seemed sparked with intrigue. His eyes seemed magical, like they didn’t belong, like they were meant for sparks to fly. His blonde hair was streaming down in front of his eyes; he reached up and pushed it away, locking it behind his ear. He wasn't a cliche 'hottest guy in school'. He seemed like one of the guys that you would never look at twice. He wasn't Hollister worthy, but he seemed to be one of those guys that the more you looked at him, he turned less normal, and more brilliant only to you. Like he was your own Hollister model.

A smile was tugging at the end of his lips. When the smile finally pulled up a shy giddy smile spread across his face. I tried to grope out for him mind to touch his brain waves and see what he saw and how he felt about what he saw. He dropped his book into his opened book bag. And I couldn’t hear anything; it was as if no-one was there. Cleo came over to my side of the car and she laid her hand on my shoulder, in an instant a river of images violently pushed against my wall that I had placed to ignore her thoughts. When any physical contact was made, the pulsing thoughts of another were forced into my mind. I tried to shrug out of her touch, but the thoughts were already there, laid open like a book. She saw the boy and she froze with peril, his presence had terrified her, she was afraid he would call upon her, and hurt her. She felt a stirring in her stomach of old memories being pulled up.

 I pulled out of her mind and I shrugged out of her touch, instantly ceasing the flow of thoughts. I saw his glittering emerald eyes glaring into mine, his eyebrows creasing a bit. I kept feeling for his mind, but coming up blank. His mind was blank and it was so refreshing that it was like diving into a cold pool on a hot summer’s day. I smiled and waved at him, just a tiny flap of my fingers against my palm. He returned the gesture with just the turn of his hand, his gaze still locked on me. He turned suddenly to his backpack; he pulled out a watch and stared at the time, then looking to the school. He smiled and looked back at me, he held up three fingers, he placed the third one down, the second and when he placed the last one down, the school bell rang. I laughed  and Cleo started walking towards homeroom, I followed after her, and a few minutes later I felt a light tap on my shoulder, I turned and saw the blonde haired boy, he smiled and I felt all the air in my body rush out of my mouth. He smiled wider and spoke