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are.”
“ I don’t want for you to
have to leave Matt.”
“ I can catch up with Matt
some other time,” she said, but I could see the regret and
uncertainty in her jewel green eyes.
“ Fine. Why don’t you go get
Matt and the two of you can drive me home, drop me off and then
come back.”
“ I don’t want to do that to
you, Mercy. You—”
“ That’s the only way I’m
leaving. It’s either that or we’re staying.”
Billie looked at me, exasperated, but I
could tell that she really wanted to stay with Matt. “Alright. Give
me five minutes and I’ll be right back, ok?”
“ Ok.”
Could this really be happening to me?
Was I somehow able to influence people with my thoughts? How? Why
now? Did it have something to do with my visions? Or, worse, did it
have something to do with my dreams?
I looked over at one of the small
groups of guys that still littered the lawn. Two of them were
smoking and one had just thrown his cigarette butt onto the ground.
I thought he looked like an easy enough target for a harmless
experiment.
With all my energy, I focused on him
and thought that he should really pick up his cigarette butt. Over
and over in my head I thought about it until finally the guy turned
to look at the still-smoking butt.
He watched it for several seconds
before he backed away from the group, walked to the butt, bent down
and picked it up. He stood holding it, looking a little confused.
I’m sure he was wondering what he was supposed to do with it now. I
saw a tiny frown crease his brow before he threw it down again and
went back to the group.
It was then that I admitted to myself
that, to some extent, I could influence other people’s thoughts
with my own.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Not long after she’d left, Billie
returned with Matt in tow. We all walked to her car and she drove
me home.
“ Are you sure about this?”
she asked. We’d arrived at my house and she pushed the gear shift
into park.
“ I’m positive. You guys go
have fun. I’m going to bed. It’s been a long week.”
I could see the indecision in Billie’s
eyes. She wanted so badly to be with Matt, but she felt an
obligation to me. I got out of the car, leaned down to her window
and smiled the biggest smile I could manage. “You two get out of
here. You haven’t seen each other in ages. Go catch up and just
call me tomorrow, k?”
That seemed to sway her a little, but
when she still hesitated, I concentrated as hard as I could on how
much I wanted her to go and have fun with Matt. Within a few
seconds, Billie’s face relaxed and a happy smile spread across her
lips. I was a little surprised and a little thrilled that it
worked. It seemed almost ridiculous to even consider that I could
do that to people, but I was really starting to believe
it.
She winked at me and shifted into
drive. “Alright. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
I watched as she pulled out of the
driveway. When I could no longer see the lights from her car, I
made my way into the house and collapsed on my bed.
********
I spent the majority of Sunday with
Billie. We got a coffee, did a little shopping then got some lunch
at Panera Bread. After a detailed account of her conversations (and
other activities) with Matt, she spent the rest of the day regaling
me with tales of her college life. It sounded in no way similar to
mine. And I knew it had nothing to do with the school or the fact
that she was away from home. It was simply the difference between
me and Billie. She’d probably have similar stories if she’d stayed
and gone to University East with me.
She left at 3:30, having to cart all
the stuff her parents got her back to her dorm and put it away.
Plus there was some kind of party she wanted to attend after that.
That’s Billie. Always the social butterfly.
I slept fairly well Sunday night and
awoke Monday morning feeling nearly ready for the day.
As soon as I walked out the front door,
I started thinking to myself how I hoped that Jake
Sidney Sheldon, Tilly Bagshawe
Laurie Alice Eakes
R. L. Stine
C.A. Harms
Cynthia Voigt
Jane Godman
Whispers
Amelia Grey
Debi Gliori
Charles O'Brien