Lizzie and her family were sitting in the police office, getting ready to have a short, miniscule hearing. Her dad was in a very bad mood, as this caused complications in their trip to their new home in New England, her mother was trying to calm him down, Matt was sending a text message to (who else?) Lanny on Jo's cell-phone, and Lizzie was still trying to absorb the fact that she had seen the car crash before it happened.
Suddenly, she heard her mom speak. Her head whipped up to look at her, but Jo's lips weren't moving. "Oh, great," Lizzie heard her mom say, "he's going into one of his moods again." "Who's what, Mom?" Lizzie asked.
Jo shot her daughter a strange look. "What?" she asked. "Didn't you just say something?" Lizzie asked. "No," Jo said slowly. "Why?" Lizzie stammered, "N-never mind."
"What's going on?" Lizzie wondered with fright. "Did I just hear my mom think?"
"Oh, boy," she heard Matt think, "she's going wacko again." Irritated, Lizzie looked around for something to throw at her brother, and reached for a notebook, but it picked itself up of its own accord and threw itself at Matt. "Ah!" Matt screamed, and ducked. "Flying evil notebook!"
Lizzie stared at the fallen notebook, slack-jawed. "I didn't do that," she said, either as a statement or else she was trying to convince herself she didn't. "Freak," she heard Matt think.
Before she could reach for the notebook with her hands, it hit Matt on the head. "This is so weird," Matt said, wide-eyed.
"Mom, Dad," Lizzie said numbly. "I'm going to the bathroom." "Okay, honey," Sam said through gritted teeth as he stared angrily at the pick-up truck driver. Strangely, neither her parents nor the other driver had seemed to notice the notebook incident.
Lizzie practically ran for the bathroom, feeling like she was numb all over. She slammed the door shut and with shaking fingers slid the bolt into place and leaned against the door, breathing hard.
"This is too weird," she said to herself. "Okay, think: ever since the ray hit you, you saw the future, read your mom and brother's minds, and picked up a notebook with your mind."
Lizzie laughed shortly when she heard the absurdity of her words. "Okay, let's really see if I can lift things with my mind," she chuckled. She lifted a hand, and motioned at the bar of soap resting on the counter, and imagined lifting the soap with an invisible hand.
She laughed, half-expecting for nothing to happen. But suddenly, the soap hovered in the air, and then slowly came to rest in her out-stretched hand. "Ah!!" Lizzie shrieked, and let the soap hit the ground, bathing the filthy floor with soapy suds.
Lizzie clutched her head. "Okay. Let's try reading minds, then," she decided. She tried to direct her attention on one particular object, but failed miserably. So, she let her mind wander, and eventually, like a radio dial, got in tune with a station-er, person.
"I cannot believe this rotten luck. I don't deserve to be sued," Sam fumed. "He's the idiot who was driving on the wrong side of the road!" Lizzie stopped listening abruptly, and said monotonously, "I'm dreaming. This is not happening to me." She pinched herself. "Ow. Okay. I'm not dreaming. Okay, calm down, Lizzie. First, I gotta find somebody who can help me with this...this thing. That'll be the first step. Okay, next, find out if the X- Men exist."
She laughed at herself. "This is so stupid. If the X-Men do exist (which of course they don't, being cartoon characters), or if someone like them exist, then they'll find me, not vice versa. So all I gotta do is wait." She waited for a second, then slumped over and sighed. "Easier said than done."
Lizzie and her family were soon on the road again, narrowly escaping being sued, but as a result, they were now 5 hours behind schedule, which meant they would reach their home probably early next morning, if they didn't stop for anything, and that was inevitable due to Matt's short attention span.
Lizzie was now listening to Lillix's "Falling Uphill" CD, which seemed to fit her situation currently, when she had a flash of color. She saw herself, staring at a huge house, and a sign that said "Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters" and hesitating at the gates.
As Lizzie came out of the vision, she gasped aloud. "I can't believe it!" she said to herself. "Can't believe what, honey?" Jo said to her. "That's she's a freak," Matt answered. Lizzie tried to resist her urge, but she couldn't. Matt's book whacked him on the head.
"Mom!" Matt screamed. "Something freaky is happening!" Jo stared slack- jawed at Matt and his book, and Sam slammed the brakes on as he pulled over to the side of the road. "Lizzie, do you have any idea what is going on?" Sam demanded.
"Why are you asking me?" Lizzie asked, falling upon her sullen-teenager act that almost always worked. It didn't this time. "Lizzie, answer his question," Jo said sharply. Lizzie slumped in her seat and sighed.
"Okay. Ever since we took that rest-break before we reached West Virginia, weird things have started happening to me! I was walking along the property, you know? And all of a sudden, this weird green ray hits me, and it hurts like nothing I've ever experienced, and then all of a sudden the pain's gone, and I go back to the car, and-"Lizzie paused to take a deep breath, and then continued. "And I have this weird picture in my mind about Dad and this pick-up truck narrowly avoiding a crash, and then it actually comes true, and when we were in the police office, I started being able to read minds, but I couldn't focus on them, like-""Wait a minute," Jo interrupted, "this doesn't have to do with when you asked me who was going into one of his moods, did it?" "Um, yeah, actually," Lizzie admitted. "I heard you. And then I heard Matt say-think, I mean-oh boy, she's going into one of her moods, and I felt this urge to hit him, so I reached for a notebook, but it hit him of its own accord, and then I went to the bathroom, and I realized that I can see the future, read minds, and move things with my mind, and-"
All of a sudden, thousands of voices started screaming in Lizzie's head. She clutched her head in pain, curling into the fetal position. She dimly heard her parents' frantic shouts of "Lizzie? Lizzie, honey, are you okay?"
She screamed with pain, "Too many voices! Too many! Too many!" Inside her head she heard, "Goddess, did you see that guy? So hot." "You retard!" "I love you, darling." "Go and see Lizzie McGuire-she's the one we need." "And on page 92, we have the beginning of the Spanish Revolution." "Hola, como esta?" "No, I don't think roses are proper-I told her to get tulips!"
And then it mercifully stopped. Lizzie grasped her head in both hands, gasping, her face covered with sweat. She opened her eyes and hazily saw her parents leaning over her. "Lizzie? Are you okay?" her mom asked with concern. "There were so many voices in my head," Lizzie murmured.
"Like when the radio messed up and all the stations were jumbled together?" Matt asked. "He actually got it right," Lizzie mumbled with surprise.
"So-you're psychic and telepathic?" her dad asked with a trace of sarcasm. "So it would appear," Jo answered.
Lizzie was too exhausted to remember the one thought that had come through crystal clear: "Go and see Lizzie McGuire: she's the one we need."
A/N: excited shriek I am having such fun!! Hope you are!!