Chapter 5:
A wind sprang up near an two story blue-siding paneled house. A static form exploded, scattering the winds into a small breeze, as I materialized onto the scene. Looking around quickly, and relieved that no one seemed to be in visible view, I gathered my bearings. It was late. Really Late. It was around dinner time, or at least two hours past. My father would be worried, since I was never late for dinner. I walked faster toward my house, which was two houses down, thankfully.
As I entered the living room, my father stormed up to me, and demanded, "Where the HELL have you been? I have been worried about you. I even called the Group Advisor, to see if you had stayed there longer than usual. He told me that you had left at your usual time. Where have you been the last 4 hours?" He stood there, his body bristling with worry and anger. His eyes glinted with supressed frantic worry.
I stammered, "I-I'm..sorry, Dad. Something came up, and I lost track of time." I felt so guilty for lying, although it wasn't quite a lie. I just didn't know how to bring up this subject. A thought flew through my mind. Oh, Hey, guess what? I'm a Tomorrow Person! Yeah right. That'd go over well.
He stood there, waiting. "I know that's not all. Tell me. Are you doing drugs?"
I stared at him, dumbstruck, then replied in an incredelous tone. "No way! It's just something that I just found out."
He softened slightly, yet still had a resolute and worried expression, not letting me past until I explained everything. Sighing, I nodded. "Can you sit down, Dad? This is kind of shocking."
He stared at me, as if trying to decide what to do. He simply nodded, and sat down gingerly, at the edge of the light grey-hued couch. I sat down, opposite of him, in a light blue recliner. Staring down at my hands, I was at a loss for words to explain. He seemed to sense this, and nodded neutrally, yet encouragingly.
"Um...How do I begin? Ah...well, I have discovered that I'm ...different. Different than most people." I thought to myself. Not the greatest beginning, though. I hope Dad doesn't rush to any conclusions...
"Um. I can do things that others can't." I smiled inwardly, finding a less troublesome way to begin. Yep. Better.
"Like what, son?", was my Dad's guarded reply.
"Um... I don't know the name of it, I think? I can move things around without touching them. But I can show you, if you want?" I nervously looked at my Dad, for permission.
He hesitantly nodded slowly, and almost imperceptibly, but just enough to make me realize I had permission. "Alright Dad, here goes..."
I concentrated on a magazine at the far end of the room, and brought it to my hands telekinetically. I then looked at my Dad's face, trying to gauge his mood. He looked startled, but yet somewhat composed, which rang oddly to me.
"Dad, you're not surprised?" I saw him shaking his head negatively. "Why not?"
"Jonas...I knew about the study group. They specialize in psionic study. They told me you were the highest rating in the group. That's...why I'm not surprised. They also told me that psionic ability is usually passed down by the parents, even if the parents don't manifest it."
I knew that Dad had known about what the ESP study group was about, but to be told I was the highest rating? He continued, after a moment of stunned silence. "Jonas, I have always known you were special, even when you were little. You always liked chasing the winds. And you've had odd feelings about things that have always paid off, even if I hadn't always listened to you."
I spoke up after reflecting on my past experiences. "But...there's more. I can vanish from one place to another. Along with telepathy...with others... like me."
Dad's eyes focused on me far more closely than I felt comfortable with. "There's others like you?"
"Uh. Yes. We...They call themselves Tomorrow People. We're apparently the next step in evolution of Mankind. And...we can't kill."
I noticed a strange expression on his face. It seemed to border on fascination, and relief, especially when I said the last part. He seemed to notice my puzzlement, and smiled gently. "It's ok, Son. I have had weird things happen to us all our lives. I've had a long time to get used to it, and this shouldn't be too hard to adjust to."
He leaned forward to clap his hand on my shoulder, continuing his talk. "Want some dinner? I bet you're starving..." I nodded eagerly and followed my father into the kitchen.