Sophie Fosters Journal

Entry 1

Everything  in italics is Fitz's commentary.

Thursday, November 13, 2013

I'm not one to complain, but it's always been hard being telepath among humans. I need to try not to draw attention to myself by wearing plain clothes and not participating too much in class. A few weeks ago when I appeared on the front page of the local newspaper my family was in shock. They called the newspaper company to complain, but the company said that they had no idea who wrote the article or how it had gotten on the front page. My parents are very protective and they always seem tired. I don't think it's easy for them to raise a telepath. The thoughts I hear are like shards of glass piercing into my mind. The migraines that come after are even worse. I have them nearly every night. No medicine my parents have bought me so far has worked. The only thing that helps is when my mom passes her hand through my hair until I fall asleep. Something about that small simple movement is so soothing.

That must have been horrible. I mean I've always knew how to put up a wall when I went to the Forbidden Cities, but she didn't. She had to live for YEARS with the pain.

The pain had just become a way of living. I never expected my life to change, that is until this morning. I was on field trip at a museum when an unnaturally handsome boy, who I would later know is called Fitz, walked up to me and asked me about the article in the local newspaper. He had beautiful aquamarine eyes so deep I could have drowned in them. 

Should I be reading, this? All of a sudden it feels like an invasion of her privacy. But its's for closure, definitely not lame and guilty curiosity of what, as Keefe calls her, The Mysterious Miss F thinks of me. No, solely for mourning purposes. 

I admitted that it was me on the cover and explained that I had no idea how I got in the newspaper. Suddenly, a shriek of kindergarten thoughts about the gigantic Albertosaurus pierced into my mind. I held in a scream. I opened my eyes once I had adjusted and saw Fitz's handsome features wrinkled in a contorted expression expression, his hands pressing on the side of his head, and fingers tangled in his jet black hair. The same I was making a few seconds ago.

He must have heard those thoughts too. His mind is silent, I realized. I never met anyone silent. I couldn't breath, the world around me was spinning. I needed air. I bolted for the museum's exit. What was happening? Was he with the government? I can't remember anything else until that a car had almost crashed into me. Fitz explained that I lifted a lamppost with my mind using an ability called telekinesis, and that we needed to get somewhere where we could be more discreet.

The zoo, I decided we would blend in, there was no way I was letting him take me anywhere 'alone'. Once we arrived at the crowded San Diego Zoo, we sat down on the bench. The black peeling paint was hot on my legs. He seemed nervous and passed his hand through his hair repeatedly thinking of what to say. Finally he sighed, "My farther and I have been looking for you for twelve years, and there is no easy way to say this Sophie, you are not human. You are an elf." I resisted the urge to laugh. I mean seriously? He explained that I was an elf, oh and they weren't like humans imagine them. They didn't have pointy ears, long hair and bows and arrows and, they were not tiny people who helped in Santa's workshop. They were actually just like humans but they are wiser, immortal, and have special abilities like telepathy. "That's impossible!" I exclaimed. I spotted all the possible exits in case this lunatic tried to capture me. "You want proof?" he smirked and held up something he called a pathfinder, but it looked kind of like a wand to me.

"You need to take my hand and concentrate on holding on. And by concentrate I mean you can't think of anything else, no matter what happens. Can you do that?" he asked, I was about to runaway from this deranged kid and go back to class, but I went along with his nonsense; interested in seeing where this was going.