Hello everyone! This is my first story so i hope you like it. I really enjoy writing, and i've read loads on here, so i decided to give my own one a go. I'll try to update as often as i can, but for now, i have only a few short words to share with you, "Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, Tweak!" So long!
Chapter 1 – Flight
It started out with a trampoline, on a warm summer's day. My older sister Iris had challenged me to a competition on the trampoline to see who could jump the highest. As I had nothing else to do, I agreed. We were having a great time, but she was beating me by miles. I was only seven, and quite short, whereas she was ten and rather tall. It was looking like Iris was winning, and I was thinking about quitting, when I suddenly noticed that my feet were rising up a lot higher than they were before. In a couple of bounces, I was soaring above my sister, and jumping higher than even the netting around the trampoline! It was great for a bit, but after a while I noticed that I was going incredibly high, and my sister was getting increasingly agitated.
"How are you doing that?" she asked, rather irritated.
"I don't know!" I squeaked, delighted that I was better than my sister at something.
I soared higher and higher with every bounce, until my feet took a long time to get back to the surface of the trampoline again. A few minutes later, I was reaching a great height, and all at once, I didn't go back down. I just hung there in the air, frozen with surprise. Iris stopped jumping, and her eyes widened as she saw me. The shock wore off, and I started to struggle at the invisible bonds which held me there.
"Stop it!" she cried, "You've won, now come down!"
"Why?" I asked, and immediately stopped struggling, "just 'cause you can't do it….."
"MUM! MUUUUUUUUUUUM! Come here quick!"
Our mother came running, and shrieked when she opened the back door and saw me, suspended in mid-air, six feet above the surface of the trampoline, laughing in enjoyment.
"Oh my lord! How did you get up there?!" she cried.
"I jumped, mummy!" I boasted happily, oblivious to my mother's distress.
"You need to get down from there, now!" she commanded firmly. Her eyes were huge with shock, and she kept blinking hard, as if she expected the scene to change.
I sighed dramatically, then walked through the air, down towards my mother. I stretched my arms out towards her, and grabbed her hands as I touched down lightly on the grass.
"What's wrong, mummy?" I asked curiously, seeing how my mother's eyes had glazed over, and she was shaking. My voice seemed to rouse her, and she picked me up, held on to me tightly, and carried me into the house, running. She set me down on the couch, then picked up the phone and dialled a number on the phone.
"Don't move!" she told me, and I obeyed.
"Jim? It's Kate." She started tearfully, then went on to explain what had just happened to my father.
"Are you sure you're ok, Triny dear?" asked my mother again. I was starting to get annoyed, and so, apparently, was my father.
"Oh for goodness sake, leave her alone!" he exclaimed, "It's not like she's ill or anything, I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable…"
"Do not even try to tell me there is a natural explanation for that! We need to take her to see a doctor!"
My father argued back, saying it was ridiculous, there was nothing wrong with me, and he didn't see any need to scare me even more. Before long, a full blown row had broken out over the dinner table.
"Daddy, can you pass the ketchup please?" I asked quietly.
My parents didn't hear me, and I was getting rather infuriated now.
"Can you please pass me the ketchup?" I asked, louder this time. Still, I went unheard.
I asked once more, louder this time, I was almost yelling. I remained unnoticed.
"Fine then, I'll get it myself!" I exclaimed loudly. I extended my arm out to reach across the table.
At that moment, two things happened at once. The first one was that when I put my hand out, the ketchup bottle lifted up off the table near my dad's hand, and flew into my outstretched palm. The second thing that happened was that my parents automatically stopped talking and stared at me.
"See?!" my mother exclaimed, "what do you have to say about that then?!" she asked my dad, who was now sat there impersonating a goldfish.
That night, after a rather subdued end of the meal, I was sat in front of the tv with my sister, who refused to talk to me, while my parents made frantic phone calls to every doctor and psychologist they could think of, trying to get an appointment for them to test me. This was all very surreal, and I didn't have any idea what to do, so I concluded that I must have done something naughty, and that now they wanted a doctor so they could make me not be bad again. This idea distressed me, and I ran into the room where my mother was sat, and burst into tears.
"I'm sorry, mummy! I won't do it again, I won't!" I cried, "please don't punish me mummy please?"
She sat me on her lap and dried my tears.
"You haven't done anything naughty, darling, we're just worried that you might be ill, and we don't want you to be ill, now, do we? We have an appointment for you tomorrow morning, and we'll soon have you feeling better in no time."
That was the first in a long line of incidents that happened concerning me. There was the tv exploding when me and Iris were arguing about what to watch, there was the class hamster I got to look after, who I trained to do backflips, oh, and when I managed to fix my mother's necklace when it snapped.
But then, one day, my eleventh birthday to be exact, my whole life suddenly made sense, and a lot of questions got answered….
