The Paranormals Chapter 6

"Sit down Rachael", said my father before gesturing to the chair directly across from theirs.

I sat down timidly, telling from their faces that this was not going to be a pleasant "heart to heart" discussion. My parents had a stern expression on, with serious eyes that were almost popping out of their sockets. Their slightly sagging faces were almost tightened by anger. My father fist was so constricted that his knuckles were starting to turn white while the rest of his hand was turning red from loss of circulation. His normally pale, blonde face was almost scarlet from the boiling rage that he was trying to suppress.

"So, without doing that…thing with your mind, can you guess why your mother and I called you in here?" asked my father, breathing deeply, trying to relax himself.

"Is it because you're wondering why I haven't found a job?" I asked even though I was pretty sure it was a rhetorical question.

" I TOLD YOU NOT TO USE YOUR MIND POWERS!" my father screamed standing up in his chair. My mother, who seemed a lot more relaxed, calmed him down and took his arm to help him back into his seat. He stared at the table almost in pensive thought for a while.

"Rachael, dear I know you can control your…. tendencies. Please, At least for us.", said my mother.

" But mom honestly, you know I never use my mind thing. That was just a guess, everyone does that." I said defensively.

"Aw Rachael, Rachael, Rachael" she said with her brown curls bobbing as she slowly shook her head. "Maybe you did it unintentionally, if that ever happens then you have to stop yourself from saying anything that normal people would call…suspicious."

"I still don't understand why Alma isn't allowed to know about this. They're sisters aren't they?" My father muttered. My mother looked like she was about to say something but she bit her tongue.

"Alma should have a clue about what's going on", Dad said looking up at me.

"Your right John, Tell the daughter that works for the government, the exact place that would kill Rachael if they discovered. Yes, tell Alma all about her sister's problem even though I'm sure she's already stressed out enough from her job and this sudden discovery that defies every aspect of what she works and believes in would definitely make her feel all warm and fuzzy inside." My mother said sarcastically.

My father and I raised our eyebrows and exchanged the same startled glance. I had never heard my mother give such a powerful speech against something before.

"Well, getting back to the issue. Rachael, tomorrow morning you're going to Dr. Harowitz's office for a last minute medical checkup. They require that for your Graduation. That means no psychic activities of any kind. Do you understand me?" my mom said firmly.

"Yes, I do" I said

"Good" my mother said shifting to the back of her seat "if you don't do any of your little 'mind magic tricks' then I'm sure you can pass the Paranormal examination. And maybe if you behave well enough the Doctor will offer you a job there."

"Alright" I said biting my lip.

"You may go now Rachael." said my father, recovering from his previous surprise.

When I walked out of the room I heard him say lowly to my mother, " How could we have ever gotten a psychic in our family, I mean we're all averages you, your parents and my side of the family. They're all normal. How did this trait ever slip into the gene pool, is it a mutation?" my father said.

"I don't know dear, I just don't know." said mother, but something in her tone seemed off.