The Im.Possible

Chapter 2: Mind Reader

Finding someone the slightest bit the similar to me was going to be exceptionally hard. I have the whole Earth to look over, but I do have forever to do so. And how am I going to find someone like me? Will I automatically know that that person has powers too? Or will I befriend some weirdo and secretly find out that they too are an abnormal species? I haven't the slightest idea how I'm going to do this, but I am definitely going too. Like I said, I have forever.

I flew down the mountain at super speeds, maybe reaching a good 450 miles per hour. Not my best. This way of travel suited me and it was extremely thrilling. It was like flying. Travelling by car, train, boat or plane was horrifically boring to me and seemed to last decades before it was over. My way I was alone, couldn't be spotted and had a lot of fun also.

I came back to the place where I had found the boy with his own type of rain flowing from his eyes like little rivers. In fact he was still there, raining all over the sidewalk. I tilted my head to the side in confusion, and again he spotted me. This time I walked over to him, facing my fears. I just had to know why water was coming from his eyes.

'Excuse me, but what are you doing?'

He frowned at me. Thinking I was insane. I closed my eyes and plucked at his thoughts until I found the answer. He has been what humans call crying. When they are hurt or upset, they let water come out of their eyes and fall down their cheeks until they are satisfied, or just fed up with crying.

His thoughts were buzzing and I had to really concentrate to hear, 'Jeez. What's her problem?'

'My problem' I thought back, 'is all I wanted to know is what you were doing, and you think I'm some kind of mental person?!' I opened my eyes to see his face struck with horror as he cupped his hands over his ears and started asking questions like, 'who's there?' or 'what do you want from me?!' Okay, so my curiosity got out of hand and know he thinks he's gone mad. I had to fix my errors at this point, so I reached into his head and this time went for emotions.

I thought calmly and serenely until he removed his hands from his ears and relaxed again. Boy, and he thought I was the mental one?

'What's your name?' I asked with brave hope that he'd calmed down.

'My name is Jordan, and yours?'

'I am Tara. Pleased to meet you.' I gestured my hand for him to shake it. He gladly excepted the offer and shook it. Although whilst in the middle of our friendly hand shake, he stared down at my unusually pale hands, and I could tell the questions would soon begin.

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'Errrmmm...' He thought on how to phrase his question. So I delved into his mind to find his thoughts and dug out this one 'How do you, I mean why do you, have such pale skin? Are you from Alaska or something?' I smirked at the thought, although I have been to Alaska many, many times. I do not live there. He was close in some aspects. The temperature at the top of a mountain isn't exactly what you'd call tropical or warm. It was pretty cold up there but I was used to that kind of thing. 

'Why do you have such pale skin? Are you from Alaska or something?' he choked out the question quicker than I thought he would. I mean two seconds ago he was processing the thought, now he said it. Impressive.

'No Jordan I am not. To be honest I have not a clue where I am from'

'Didn't your parents tell you?' A depressed look sprung upon my face at that moment. No one knew, especially not me, who my parents were. And every time someone mentioned them, that little caterpillar in my gut took another bite.

'No I never knew them' I held my focus directly at the pavement.

'Oh I'm sorry. If I had realised....'

I interrupted his last words 'No problem, how were you to know any way? No one ever does, so don't sweat about it. I've lived my whole life not knowing them. I've never seen any pictures or anything. So there's no hurt for me if I haven't even seen them before is there?' He looked demoralised and hurt that he hadn't realised. How was he to know? I was the mind reader here.

In his mind he was about to cry in shame and worry for me. I instantly calmed his emotions by reaching into his mind and erupting my calm emotions to cover his. 'Wow' he thought, 'I feel so calm.' his thinking paused 'Wait. Why? How? What the...' I sent calm emotions flying into his sudden stress and I watched it burst into pieces and then form into the warm yellow colour that the emotion "calm" looked like inside my mind.

'So, where do you live?' A great red buzzer started flashing in my mind telling me to lie, and fast. If he found out where I lived he would think I was some freak for sure.

All that could come out of my mouth was, 'A long way away.' He looked puzzled and his head was in full flow with millions of questions. He sure was a thinker. Thought after thought ticked in his little brain.

'Where is long away exactly?' Jeez, did the questions ever stop with this guy?!

'Well it's pretty obvious, a long way away is a long way away isn't it? That's like reading a book and asking what's it called? Isn't it?' God I'm good, that will hopefully throw him right off track.

But it didn't. 'I said where?' Oh, was he threatening me now? If I wanted to I could floor him when ever I wanted to.