"You're letting me join?" Katy Ann squealed. Her mother gave her a grave nod, not in the highest of spirits it appeared. Katy didn't care. She embraced her mother tightly, taking in the sweet scent of her perfume. Wait. She sniffed again. Perfume with an underlying stench of smoke.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," she said, her speech slightly muffled with her head in Mrs. McNally's shirt. "You won't regret it, mom." With that, she slung her bag over her shoulder and ran out the door to her second period class. Tomorrow, she'd be where she belonged, with kids just like her. Her mind wandered through what possible gifts they may have. Mind reader, oh, telekinesis possibly. What if someone could travel through time? She always wondered what she would be like in ten years….
She didn't realize where she was going, or that her show lace was untied. Stepping right on the lace, she fell forward. Her hands caught hold of someone and she sent them falling to the ground with her.
"I'm so sorry," she said, tucking her hair behind her ears. The boy next to her dusted himself up and stood, holding a hand out for Katy Ann. She took it earnestly, pulling herself up. "Thanks."
The boy finally looked at her head on. "No problem." Katy Ann's stomach churned. Those eyes….
It was the boy who went through the door.
Katy Ann stared at him, her mouth in an O shape. He could walk through stuff. All she could do was become a human barbeque. And when is that useful?
"Um, are you okay?" he asked, quizzically. Katy realized she had just been standing there staring at him. Of course, what's the first thing that she blurts out?
"You went through the door this morning," she exclaimed, smacking a hand over her mouth afterwards. The boys eyes widened in worried, but he quickly reclaimed his composure.
"I think you fell a bit too hard," he says, taking a step back. The halls are nearly empty.
"No, it was you," she continued on, taking a step forward for every step he took back. "You were riding your bike and-"
The boy grabbed her shoulders roughly, forcing her against the lockers. "No, I wasn't. If you know what's best for both of us, you didn't see anything. They'll either think I'm a freak or you're just crazy."
Katy Ann's eye twitched at this comment. "Crazy? For saying the truth?" The girl could feel the familiar prickle of heat in her hands. It rushed up, through her bones. She felt it reach her shoulders. The boy yelped, recoiling for her touch. His blue eyes looked at her incredulity. Somewhere in them, Katy Ann swears, she saw a spark of relief.
"I'll keep your secret, if you keep mine." With that, he slipped away. Katy Ann watched him walk passed the few remaining students in the hallway.
Well that was weird. Katy Ann thought over her own mental comment. Eh, she's had stranger happen to her.
She became aware of her classroom being just to the right of her. She walked in, taking a seat. Katy Ann always had to have a window seat. Luckily, the one all the way in the back was still empty. Sitting down, she pulled out her notebook for-what class was this again-English, right. The warm sun shone down on her, warming her face and hands. Pure relaxation and relief took over her. Finally, she'll be in the gifted class.