Chapter Six We landed on a beautiful crescent shaped cove, surrounded by trees. The water was, well, kind of bluish brown, to tell the truth. The sand was pure white, the color of processed sugar. Scattered around the beach were seashells, ranging in size from the size of an "o" on a keyboard to the size of my fist. The littler kids squeaked with delight and ran about, some splashing in the water, some picking up seashells. Crap I said to Mason, they forgot their swimsuits. "Lighten up," he answered aloud, " They can change clothes. It's not the end of the world."

With that, he ran towards Ange, who was looking at Grettah turning to a bottlenose dolphin. Just before he hit the water, Grettah squeaked and Ange turned around, laughing. I smiled as she, still laughing, jumped away just in time for Mase to hit the water with a splash.

You may be wondering why Ange simply didn't… uh, hear him thinking, so to speak. That is one of the many weird things about us. We can hear each other's thoughts, yes, but only if we want the person to hear them. Hang out with us much longer, and you'll get used to this stuff.

I looked back at the water. Now, Theris and Gabe had joined the beach party. They were laughing and throwing sand at each other's faces.

Dessi was lying on her back, her eyes closed. She smiled as Mason approached her, splashing like a madman.

"Hey, Justeen, come look at this," Francine yelled. I turned and walked to where she was stooped over, 100 feet from where I was standing before.

"What is it?" I asked, gesturing to a mass of wire.

"That's not what I'm talking about," she said, sounding exasperated," LOOK!"

I did what she said, and this time I saw what she was talking about.

She closed her eyes for a fraction of a second, grabbed the hunk of wire, and began glow.

"Uhm, what exactly was that?" Dessi said, making me jump.

" I…I…think Francine has a new skill?" I said it like a question. I had whispered it, yet Mason, Theris, Gabe, and Ange looked up and rushed over.

"What did we miss?" Grettah said, coming from the pile of towels we had stacked near a tree. Her hair was windblown and caked with sand.

"She can use energy from old electricity," Gabe said, sounding awed.

I couldn't speak. We were supposed to have stopped mutating. We… we…couldn't…

Crap.

I would bet this is the part of a bad movie where the bad guy would say," This is just the beginning! Mwahahaha!"