Secrets of Luna

Secrets of Luna: Chapter Two

Chapter Two:

So Much for One Glance

My head was spinning all first period. Today, the class was going to watch a video. I didn’t remember what it was about. I sat at my desk very quietly while my History teacher handed out packets. The questions weren’t hard; I finished the packet before the morning announcements came up on the loudspeaker.

        I was trying to answer two questions. First, why did I lose connection so suddenly? The boy’s face clouded my mind, making me come up with yet another question to torture myself with; how does this face compare with these thoughts? I never did find the answer.

        I was practically going crazy. I knew for a fact—I had always known—that there was only one real reason for his sudden lack of thoughts. But I couldn’t come to that conclusion with everyone else’s thoughts getting into my head. It was quite angering.

        Constantly I found myself thinking random thoughts about the video, or a typo that the teacher had carelessly left on the packet. Because my psychic senses were heightened in the dark and all I had was the television’s minimal light, I could only think what everyone else was thinking. I couldn’t keep track of my own thoughts, which were staggering towards the word obsessive. It angered me that I had to stoop to that level of thinking.

        After what seemed like an eternity to me, or close to it, the video was stopped in its tracks and the light switch was flickered on. The History teacher tried to rush over the answers with only two minutes of the period to spare.

        Why could I not remember what I had known for so long? As I stomped toward my next class in silence, my emotions were a mixture of anger and confusion. I needed an answer, before I went crazy.

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        It was not until fourth period that day that I really realized how stupid I was being. Why did I care in the least about this guy’s head? He was nothing much, just something new to look at; a novelty.

        I must have been staring at him all of that period. He knew I was staring, although there were no eyes in the back of his head. The emotions flowing through him went in a little cycle; first annoyance, then calm and peaceful, and back again. There were always those large increments of silence in between each connection I got, which made the period go by a little faster, but I got the gist of what he was thinking.

        From what I gather, he wondered two things. One, why was the teacher asking me random questions? And two, how could I answer these questions with ease while staring at his head? Ms. Lee was trying—and failing—to outsmart me, catch me off guard. They always did this, angered by how easily I could answer each question and still be eager for more. It seemed unnatural to them, but so natural for me—and it was.

        Ms. Lee continued desperately to try and outsmart me, throwing random questions at random times. I passed effortlessly always. Sometimes I laugh and wonder why they try so hard. I mean, this was just adding on to my participation grade.

        “Luna Fey, I must know where you learn these facts.” Ms. Lee was—in my experienced opinion—a very bad English teacher. She constantly failed at her attempts and at times like these, she wonders how I learn all of it.

        “The History Channel,”

I spoke as if everyone were supposed to know that answer. Two plus two equals four—easy.  ; Easier.

 I answered the question with clarity, fluently, as if my answer had already been picked before she thought of the question. Technically it was, considering that I could just connect with her to find my answer. But that was considered cheating.