I haven't written in forever. I know you know that and are probably screaming, "Shut up and get to the story! You said you would post last weekend!" Well, I said that before I got a creative writing assignment for English. Which I can and will post, if anyone wants me to, but I warn you, my revision buddy would have cursed out the ending if a) we hadn't been in class and b) I don't react well to cursing. this chapter is going to be shorter than I planned because I'm a little busy at the moment. Enjoy!

Chapter 8

Three Years Later...

I am thirteen. I have already skipped one grade, and they won't let me skip another. That puts me in ninth grade, freshman year, or rather, about to start it. It is July 6. Congratulations! You are only a few month's off of present time now.

My control over my powers is much stronger now. I can make objects out of thin air, though, if I create too many things or something really big, I don't feel very good, and I can effectively force-think (like force feed, kind of) myself and others the ability to do impossible things, like flying, for example. It is much easier to force-think others to be able to do things a certain way or perceive the world a certain way than to force think yourself. Oh yes, Somni taught me how to fool minds, so I can be in class when I'm not, etc. The teachers and students all think they see and hear me, but I'm not there. This other me behaves exactly as I would behave. It is can be seen by anyone who has been in the same room with someone who has been in contact with this non-existent me. All I have to do is mentally persuade one person! I'm still not much good at holding back my knowledge though. My teachers tend to say "anyone but Meredith know the answer?", really, they do. My garden has gained a pear tree, a currant bush, and, of course, orchids.

As I said, the date was July 6th (we are going back to past tense now). I got up and checked my eyes, grayish-green. Unusual. The best and the worst don't usually mix. I went downstairs.

"Meredith," my mother spoke, "We have something to tell you."

"Um, ok?"

My dad picked up where my mom left off, " You've qualified for a very prestigious honor. You've been accepted to The L.R. Morsteo Academy For Talented Youths. We took the liberty of enrolling you. Isn't that wonderful?"

Again, sorry it's so short. More will follow.