Chapter 2
Even with my eyes closed, I could still tell where everything was in the house. And it was scaring me. I could hear everything in the house, if it was moving or not. Everything made a small noise; I could swear that I could hear dust hitting the ground.
That was not normal. That was freakish.
I hadn't eaten anything since Sunday night. My throat burned constantly. Water didn't even help anymore. It felt like a flamethrower in my throat, so I made my mom call me into school. She prattled over me, then she went back to her real family. Her job. I stayed in bed for an hour after she left. When she had been gone almost an hour and a half, I got out of bed. The need for food made my knees weak and dark spots to come over my eyes.
The hunger hit me like a tidal wave. I made my way downstairs as fast as I could, and opened the fridge. I grabbed the jelly, and jammed toast in the toaster.
When it popped, the smell made me sick. I ran to the bathroom and puked up anything else that was left in my stomach. I forced some crackers down my throat, just to keep my stomach from rolling. My hands were so cold; the crackers were cool going down my throat. Unfortunately, that didn't help the burning.
After a while, I went upstairs to take a shower. Trying to get warm, I turned up the shower with no cold water at all. I was bored, so I turned on the radio before getting in; I needed a distraction from the constant burning that was driving me crazy. Without thinking, I started to sing along, and scared myself; I clamped a hand over my mouth in shock.
One, my throat didn't hurt while I sang. And two, my voice was beautiful.
And I've never been able to sing in my life. Me trying to sing sounds like strangling a cat. Usually. Not a single note that has come out of my mouth has ever been beautiful until now.
I hesitantly started to sing again. I sounded like a world renowned opera singer. But better. I sounded better than the Police, who where on the radio.
(Ok, so I listen to old music.)
What the hell was with me? Something is happening to me, without my permission, and is changing my body.
Confused and a little frightened, I stepped out of the shower and walked back to my room. I freaked out even more when I realized that it was 40 degrees outside, and 50 in my house, and I was naked.
And I wasn't cold. I could still be in the shower, I was so warm. But my skin was ice cold, like a freezer, and my throat still burned. I ran and turned up the thermostat, and then sprinted back to my room.
And I was there in less than a second.
Gasping, I flopped on my bed. I was really scared now. I was moving faster than humanly possible too? What next? Lifting Buicks?
"Kelsey, it's ok. It's ok…" I tried to reassure myself out loud. I tried it out a couple more times, zipping around the house. I didn't even fall and break anything.
I thought I was hallucinating, so I zipped back to my room. When my parents come home to find their psycho daughter, a.k.a. me, it would be nice if I wasn't naked.
I got dressed in sweats, and went to sit on the couch. I stared at the wall, trying to think. But I was hungry. Too bad all the food in the house makes me want to puke.
During the rest of the day, I learned that I could juggle and play hacky sack as well as a pro. And it was my first time trying it!
NO WAY! Learning that I could do things amazingly well was getting boring. Plus, they only freaked me out. 'Unhealthy' my father would call it.
My parents came home to a glum me not really watching the TV.
"Honey, are you feeling better?" My mom asked out of spite, rummaging through her purse.
"Just dandy." I said. My parents turned to stare at me.
"What happened to your voice pumpkin?" My dad asked.
"What do you mean? My voice is normal. Right?" I said, hysteria creeping up on me.
"Honey, its absolutely gorgeous! You've grown so much, and it suits you."
I almost laughed. My mom thought it was puberty. I answered their questions with false answers, and then even I noticed the difference. It was smooth, like silk, but as light as wind chimes.
To celebrate my 'success', the decided to take me out to dinner.
I resisted the urge to smack my forehead.
I went anyway. It had started raining a couple hours ago, and when I walked outside, it was like I had whole new eyes. New colors stood out to me, ones I had never seen.
Then my mom stepped out after me, and a cool breeze made her hair whip around. And she smelt delicious. Absolutely scrumptious. I could hear her heart beating, my dads too.
And I wanted to eat them.
