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"Crap," Jesse stared at his hands. How the hell had he just done that. He looked at the cup on the floor. All he had done was to get a glass of water. Then all of a sudden, the cup had phased out. But why hadn't it returned to normal? Jesse watched as the cup dropped through the table and disappeared through the floor.
"Crap," he repeated. How the hell did he just do that? He only held the cup for a few seconds. And he didn't even try to phase it.
He sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. What was happening to him? He felt defeated, distant from everyone. When his powers changed last time he had his friends there. Now all they did was stare in sympathy and tell him to rest. He stood up in anger, his head spinning. He had just phased a cup and it hadn't returned to normal when he dropped it. . He walked over to his table and picked up a postcard from his pin board. He held it above his head, and concentrated no phasing it. It floated through his hands and drifted slowly to the ground. Quickly, Jesse placed his hands in sync with the falling postcard, and concentrated on returning it to a normal state. Nothing happened. He breathed in heavily, and the postcard turned back just as it reached the floor.
He turned around to make sure no one had seen. This was the last thing he needed. Extra attention, just as Adam thought he was getting better. Jesse shook his head, and walked towards the door.
Suddenly his head burst with pain, and Jesse let out a pained exclamation. He put his head to his hands. "This is not happening to me. What's wrong. How is this happening," he murmured. He thought of all his friends and what they were going to say when they found out. He didn't think he could handle it.
Then the anger kicked in. What the hell would they care? They'd just tell him to stay put until mighty Adam found a cure. They wouldn't tell him anything. Adam was withholding information as it was, it didn't take a psionic to figure that one out. He walked slowly to the door and pulled his head up. "Comon Jesse, pull yourself together," he muttered. "They cant know. I have to get some answers. They'll tell me soon."
With that Jesse left his room and walked to the kitchen, where he knew there wasn't anyone. He had on a hard façade and he felt confident that Adam wouldn't be able to tell.
The truth was, behind that hard exterior, Jesse was lonely. And afraid.
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Thank u so much for some really lovely reviews. I thought that I would manage to squeeze a really short chapter into my busy schedule, and amazingly enough it isn't a cliff hanger, however it leaves lots of nice loose threads and a nice 'what happens next' thingamabob! :D:D:D
So, to encourage me to continue with another chapter quickly (the next will be much longer I promise!) Review!!!!!!!!!!!! You know you want to (
"Crap," Jesse stared at his hands. How the hell had he just done that. He looked at the cup on the floor. All he had done was to get a glass of water. Then all of a sudden, the cup had phased out. But why hadn't it returned to normal? Jesse watched as the cup dropped through the table and disappeared through the floor.
"Crap," he repeated. How the hell did he just do that? He only held the cup for a few seconds. And he didn't even try to phase it.
He sat down on his bed and put his head in his hands. What was happening to him? He felt defeated, distant from everyone. When his powers changed last time he had his friends there. Now all they did was stare in sympathy and tell him to rest. He stood up in anger, his head spinning. He had just phased a cup and it hadn't returned to normal when he dropped it. . He walked over to his table and picked up a postcard from his pin board. He held it above his head, and concentrated no phasing it. It floated through his hands and drifted slowly to the ground. Quickly, Jesse placed his hands in sync with the falling postcard, and concentrated on returning it to a normal state. Nothing happened. He breathed in heavily, and the postcard turned back just as it reached the floor.
He turned around to make sure no one had seen. This was the last thing he needed. Extra attention, just as Adam thought he was getting better. Jesse shook his head, and walked towards the door.
Suddenly his head burst with pain, and Jesse let out a pained exclamation. He put his head to his hands. "This is not happening to me. What's wrong. How is this happening," he murmured. He thought of all his friends and what they were going to say when they found out. He didn't think he could handle it.
Then the anger kicked in. What the hell would they care? They'd just tell him to stay put until mighty Adam found a cure. They wouldn't tell him anything. Adam was withholding information as it was, it didn't take a psionic to figure that one out. He walked slowly to the door and pulled his head up. "Comon Jesse, pull yourself together," he muttered. "They cant know. I have to get some answers. They'll tell me soon."
With that Jesse left his room and walked to the kitchen, where he knew there wasn't anyone. He had on a hard façade and he felt confident that Adam wouldn't be able to tell.
The truth was, behind that hard exterior, Jesse was lonely. And afraid.
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Thank u so much for some really lovely reviews. I thought that I would manage to squeeze a really short chapter into my busy schedule, and amazingly enough it isn't a cliff hanger, however it leaves lots of nice loose threads and a nice 'what happens next' thingamabob! :D:D:D
So, to encourage me to continue with another chapter quickly (the next will be much longer I promise!) Review!!!!!!!!!!!! You know you want to (
