tell Rory had meant that as a good thing, but she felt even more scared knowing that she was one of just a few. She’d hoped that at Maverick she would finally find a group where she belonged and that understood her. If she was one of the only psychics here, though, how many friends could she actually make? She stared out the window in hope of hiding the feelings that Rory’s revelation had caused. When she glanced down, she noticed a clock that read 10:00. It had been a really long day and she needed some time alone to adjust. She edged toward the door before she spoke.
“I guess I need to head on back to my room. Thanks again for everything. I’ll see you both tomorrow at some point, right?” She grabbed the doorknob, waiting only a moment for an answer.
“Well of course , Newbie. You’ll probably have at least one class with one of us, maybe both,” Ellie replied with a cheerful grin. She must have noticed the sadness and fear in her eyes, because she said comfortingly, “Whit, you’ll be fine here. It just takes a bit to get used to it.”
Rory shot a grin at Whit as she flopped back on her bed . “Sure you don’t want to hang out some more?”
“Yeah, i t’s been a long, kind of tough day. I just want to relax for a little bit, maybe lie on my bed and listen some music, you know?” Whit murmured as she backed out into the hall.
Rory tried to persuade her once more to stay for a while, but Whit finally escaped down the hall toward her own room. As she started to turn the doorknob, she heard voices and then laughter coming from within. She groaned. She didn’t really want to deal with them again, and they didn’t sound like she would be leaving anytime soon. Where could she go?
She glanced down the hallway, then continued walking in that direction. When she reached the end of the hall, she saw an open doorway and peeked inside. It was a small room with a couch, chair, and television. A poster on the wall explained the rules of the television room.
Whit laughed as she read the poster. No television after 9 pm. No television during homework hours. No eating in the television room without permission. No boys allowed in television room on weekdays or after 12 pm on weekends. Television time was on a first-come first-serve bases. Reservations could be made in the main office or by accessing the calendar on the school website.
She slumped down on the couch and leaned her head back. As she shut her eyes, she willed her mind to stop working and just relax. She knew sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight. Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point, and she missed Mona something fierce. Had she really just gotten here earlier in the day? This had to be one of the longest days she’d ever lived through. Sighing, she began to review all the things she’d learned tonight – vampires, stalkers, casters, bonecrushers … mind talent as the rarest of the gifts.
Before Whit knew it, she had slipped into a light doze. Her body relaxed and she curled her legs up on the couch, while her head found a cushion to rest on. Once comfortable, she fell into the deep sleep of a person truly exhausted.
Chapter 9
The room was dark and the lack of sound bothered her. She looked around, knowing she had to be careful not to give away her location. She saw a torch up ahead and a doorway. With a peek around the door’s frame, she moved cautiously toward her destination. She felt as if someone was nearby or watching her, so she crouched down next to the floor, closing her eyes and focusing on her surroundings. As she focused, a picture formed in her mind: a guy and a girl talking while they were quietly moving toward her crouched position. When they turned the corner and came into sight, Whit pictured herself disappearing. The two walked right past her like she wasn’t there. She moved forward silently, with a grin on her face, and approached another doorway. This doorway led to a much larger room with a high ceiling,
“I guess I need to head on back to my room. Thanks again for everything. I’ll see you both tomorrow at some point, right?” She grabbed the doorknob, waiting only a moment for an answer.
“Well of course , Newbie. You’ll probably have at least one class with one of us, maybe both,” Ellie replied with a cheerful grin. She must have noticed the sadness and fear in her eyes, because she said comfortingly, “Whit, you’ll be fine here. It just takes a bit to get used to it.”
Rory shot a grin at Whit as she flopped back on her bed . “Sure you don’t want to hang out some more?”
“Yeah, i t’s been a long, kind of tough day. I just want to relax for a little bit, maybe lie on my bed and listen some music, you know?” Whit murmured as she backed out into the hall.
Rory tried to persuade her once more to stay for a while, but Whit finally escaped down the hall toward her own room. As she started to turn the doorknob, she heard voices and then laughter coming from within. She groaned. She didn’t really want to deal with them again, and they didn’t sound like she would be leaving anytime soon. Where could she go?
She glanced down the hallway, then continued walking in that direction. When she reached the end of the hall, she saw an open doorway and peeked inside. It was a small room with a couch, chair, and television. A poster on the wall explained the rules of the television room.
Whit laughed as she read the poster. No television after 9 pm. No television during homework hours. No eating in the television room without permission. No boys allowed in television room on weekdays or after 12 pm on weekends. Television time was on a first-come first-serve bases. Reservations could be made in the main office or by accessing the calendar on the school website.
She slumped down on the couch and leaned her head back. As she shut her eyes, she willed her mind to stop working and just relax. She knew sleep wouldn’t come easy tonight. Her nerves were stretched to the breaking point, and she missed Mona something fierce. Had she really just gotten here earlier in the day? This had to be one of the longest days she’d ever lived through. Sighing, she began to review all the things she’d learned tonight – vampires, stalkers, casters, bonecrushers … mind talent as the rarest of the gifts.
Before Whit knew it, she had slipped into a light doze. Her body relaxed and she curled her legs up on the couch, while her head found a cushion to rest on. Once comfortable, she fell into the deep sleep of a person truly exhausted.
Chapter 9
The room was dark and the lack of sound bothered her. She looked around, knowing she had to be careful not to give away her location. She saw a torch up ahead and a doorway. With a peek around the door’s frame, she moved cautiously toward her destination. She felt as if someone was nearby or watching her, so she crouched down next to the floor, closing her eyes and focusing on her surroundings. As she focused, a picture formed in her mind: a guy and a girl talking while they were quietly moving toward her crouched position. When they turned the corner and came into sight, Whit pictured herself disappearing. The two walked right past her like she wasn’t there. She moved forward silently, with a grin on her face, and approached another doorway. This doorway led to a much larger room with a high ceiling,
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