The Paranormals Introduction
When I was younger I'd always wondered why the psychics were considered criminal. I mean they were different but why couldn't they just not use their powers and live in peace with us averages? That was before I went to school.
In school they told us what happened in history class, How the psychics loved power and used their abilities to try to take over the world, turning anyone who wanted to be one of them into a paranormal and killing anyone who refused. I remember my first grade teacher, Miss Labardi, telling us how paranormals were affected with a disease and that the government wanted us to take a test to make sure we didn't have it. And what a test that was!
Our whole class had to take a field trip to the hospital to make sure we didn't have any psychic abilities. At the hospital, the class waited in line outside a white door in the hallway. Only a few students got to sit in the light green chairs because of their superior running skills. When I thought it would be my turn to go in because every student was called alphabetically, I waited for the apathetic nurse to call me by my last name "Mason" just like she has done the all the other kids. The nurse looked at me and then turned back to the clipboard, "McLoughan?" she called which was the last name of the boy who came after me. I was confused as to why I was skipped but I was too shy to ask.
Soon every student that's last name as behind me had gone, I was starting to question if they forgot about me when I heard "Mason?" after the boy with the last "Z" last name was called, when i got up to leave the waiting room.
I followed the nurse into the room where a cheery, looking doctor as sitting at a desk. "Why hello there! My name is Dr. Harowitz and I'm here to make sure you don't have the disease Phychivitus which is a disease spread by Paranormal people. Before we start do you have any questions?" He said with a smile almost like an adoring grandpa. I shook my head quickly still shy of speaking to the doctor at all. He turned toward the nurse "I think I can take this last one Jude, you go take you lunch break, you look like you could really use it"
"Why, thank you Doctor, I really appreciate it" she smiled back to him which shocked me because this was first time I had seen her happy all day.
"Well Rachael, Let's get started", he said hands stuffed with a group of unorganized papers, gesturing with his head toward the back of the room.
The next thing I remember was laying down in a large glass tank waiting for the procedure when all of a sudden a white gas erupted in it. Miss Labardi told us that it was a standard part of the test and that if the gas turned red we were an average but if the gas turned blue we were a paranormal. I calmed down and let the mist swirl around me, it was almost better to inhale than actual oxygen.
The only thing I can remember from then on was how I saw the the doctor run out of the room through the mist screaming about some psychics were attacking the building. According to my history textbook thought that hadn't happened in hundreds of years. I was left alone with the whitish-bluish mist surrounding me and my mind becoming dazed and dreamlike.
It all stopped then. Someone had slammed open the door making me wakeup from my dreamland. I looked up and pushed my head against the edge of the glass tank through the mist to see who had entered the room but sat up frozen with fear.
A gruff looking man stood in the doorway with tattered clothes, dark brown hair and a beard stubble on his chin. I had never seen him in my life, but I had a feeling he as a paranormal. The one thing I remember most about him was how he stood there and stared at the machine's mist turning blue almost in joy. He immediately ran over, almost tripping over his own two feet, trying to shut it off. Then he grabbed the paperwork the doctor set aside and immediately scribbling something down quickly.
I must've fainted because when I tried my hardest to remember what happened from then on I couldn't no matter how hard I tried. All I could recall from that point on was getting my test results back saying I was an average. Every kid in my class started to celebrate about their results, I joined in with them but I knew I didn't belong with them. But I soon didn't trust my memory and convinced myself that the blue I had seen was a mistake and the machine was turned off by the doctor, but deep down I knew I was lying to myself.