Zoiemae's POV
Uggggh.
My
first day of school.
I couldn't understand how anyone got
excited by their first day of school;ever.
Ok, so maybe that
isn't exactly true......
Once upon a time, i did know, and i was
one of those people.
I would have my best friend come shopping
with me and we would spend at least a day trying to figure out what
looked best on us- even though it was only a new year, not a new
school.
And then.......
Then, so many things happened at
once.
My whole life changed.
Everything about me-and around
me-changed.
It was like i was in a totally different planet.
And
now, i was in a totally different country.
A different
language.
A different town.
And, probably worst of all, a new
school.
If only she were here.
She would
have taken me shopping.
Hung out with me all day, pretending to
be a teen, just so i would be happy.
Then, none of this would be
bad.
Of course, also, none of this would have happened then, in
the first place.
If she hadn't died.
If my mom was still
here.
"Zoiemae!Are you coming yet? Breakfast's almost
ready, hun!"my dad called from downstairs, using my full name
as only he had done after her death.
"Comin' dad!Lemme
throw on some clothes first, though!Gosh!"I called
back,laughing.
Mornings had always been a joke in my family. Mom
and I hadn't been the type who are dead in the morning, and we
never took too long to get ready, but dad had always been up and
ready within a minute and therefore thought we took too long,so was
constantly teasing us about it. Mom had once mentioned it had
something to do with his hard childhood, but I had no idea what she
meant by that. I had met mom's mom, whom I called Gramma, but that
hadn't been often since we lived in two different countries. But, I
had never met dad's parents. I had heard very few words about them
and that was usually only because of my improved hearing-and they
hadn't been good ones. The main thing I remember is a muttered
sentence-"tried to sell him off for his abilities..." and
I was fairly sure that mom had ended that in what sounded like a
growl or at least a sound of disgust.
"Zoe?Are you sure
you're out of bed?Or am i gonna have to drag you out?"he
laughed, knowing how much I dreaded today.
"Nope. I'm just
not sure what to wear." I replied, startled out of my reverie.
I knew that last comment would make him happy, so it was worth it
to take my time to pick out something I would have worn, had I been
back with Mari, taking on my first day of what there would be my
last year of middle school, but here was my first day of high
school. Ii picked out one of the outfits Mari and I had bought
before I moved. It was a sparkly, turquoise top that hung on my
shoulders, with a lighter blue tank top showing at the top with
about an inch of the tank showing from the bottom. Underneath, I
wore a pair of dark blue wash jeans-Mari insisted dark wash made my
tan pop more, and looked more professional-and finally paired it
with my white converse that had gray stars on them. I was ready to
go. I walked down the stairs, and thought about the image I had
seen in the mirror before I walked down. Concentrating on the
visualization, I pushed the image towards my dad with my mind.
"You
look beautiful, honey."He said looking at me with his unseeing
eyes. Yup, you guessed it. My dad's blind. But, no, he wasn't lying
and saying that just to make me feel good- okay, maybe he was, but
he really could see what I looked like.
"Thanks, dad. Gotta
go."I said grabbing a piece of toast from the table, as I
simultaneously grabbed my bag and headed out door.
"Alright.
And you're still projecting,just to let you know. You might want to
quit it before some random person walks by and thinks they're going
crazy because they see two of you,"he grinned.
"Oh,
right. Thanks, I forgot."I said sheepishly as I walked out the
door to catch my bus. And yes, my dad could see me-and, if you had
walked by me right then,you would have seen two of me. I think. You
know how you hear about people talk about telekinesis? Well what I
do is something like that. Except that all I do is project the
images I see. No controlling things. And no, I don't know why I can
do it, so no questions, comprehendo?My family's weird, but I'm not
tellin' you anythin' about it.
