He
had been lying on his bed—staring at the ceiling for hours already. He couldn’t
sleep. The funny thing was that he was awake for two days straight and now that
he has finally decided to relax, he feels restless. He was troubled about what
Ava said to him earlier. He didn’t even believe her until she took out a pen
from her pocket and directed him to do the impossible. He refused at first, but
he eventually did. The moment that pen moved by itself, he just couldn’t take
it. He didn’t know whether it was some trick of sorts, or whether it actually
even happened. He thought his mind was playing tricks on him considering his
feeling of fatigue. He thought maybe this dilemma was all just a dream and that
the moment that he would fall asleep, he would wake back up in the real world.
But he knew that this was as real as it gets.
He remembered when Ava said,
“Talk to me when you’re less—agitated.” before she took off. He remembered that
after she left, he again attempted to move a pen on top of the shelf with his
thoughts. He remembered the eerie sound it made when it met the floor. He remembered
saving Ava from a speeding vehicle and that he imagined pushing the breaks
before it hit him. He remembered the first day of school, when he tried turning
on the television with his mind. He remembered the startling noise it made when
it turned on to a static channel. Everything just felt so—overwhelming.
A few hours ago, he refused
to accept the idea. He claimed that it was too fantastic—too farfetched, but it
all seemed to make sense. It was definitely the missing piece. The only thing
left was him accepting it. He slowly conceded into the realm of recognition and
finally, he knew that without a doubt—that he was a telekinetic.
The next day, Ian overslept
and ran several minutes late for Mrs. Enriquez’ class. She greeted him with a
seemingly disappointed tone. He hadn’t attended two sessions and now that he
had come back, he ran late. There’s no wonder why she would be a little upset
with him. She instructed him to erase the writings after the session was over.
Easy enough punishment, but the classroom’s whiteboard was very big and Mrs.
Enriquez was known to fill in every crevasse of it every session. It would
definitely take him some time to finish the task, but he thought that it was
better than having to make a special report on what he had missed.
After the class, everyone
left the room except for Ian and Henry. Ian expected this to happen, that Henry
would somehow find a way to tease him for his predicament. But what he didn’t expect
was what he said.
“How’re you doing?” he
sounded sincere. An extremely rare event, Ian thought.
“I’m okay.” he replied.
“Oh,” he said as if not
knowing what to add next, “that’s good—I guess.”
There was a moment of silence
in the room as Ian started cleaning the whiteboard. Henry looked at him as he
did so, he didn’t have one single idea how to make his best friend feel a
little bit better, so he resorted to what he does best.
“So,” he uttered, “how was
Ava?”
“What?” he asked confused,
“What do you mean?” and turned his head to him.
“You know,” he slowly ushered
his thoughts, “she was at your house, both of you must’ve done something
exciting.”
Normally, that kind of joke
would set Ian on fire, but this time, somehow it made him laugh. Henry smiled
in satisfaction.
“Come on,” he said giggling,
“you know I’m not like that.”
“Really? I thought she was
there to thank you. If you know what
I mean.” both of them burst out in laughter. It was a good half a minute of glee
before they finally stopped.
“She did thank me, but not in
the way you thought it to be.” Ian refuted him, “But there was something.” he added.
“What?” Henry asked
excitedly.
He leaned a little closer to
the table in front of the classroom and said, “You’re not going to believe it
I’m sure.”
“Come on. Try me.” he
challenged.
“Okay,” he said hesitantly.
He mustered up everything that he realized yesterday and then finally
whispered, “I can move things with my mind.”
Henry didn’t hear him clearly,
“What?”
“I said I can move things
with my mind.” he said a little louder this time.
Henry chuckled and said, “I
thought you said you could move things with your mind.” as if ridiculing the
idea.
Ian nodded.
Henry’s grin turned upside
down, “What, you’re serious?”
“Yes I am.”
“You sure Ava didn’t hit you
in the head or anything?” Henry said flippantly.
“I told you, you wouldn’t
believe me.” He turned his back and continued to erase the writings on the board.
The room was again filled
with silence. Henry couldn’t believe that his best friend was acting a little
insane. To think that he was the one normally assuming that position? He sat
down on one of the chairs in the front row and waited for him to finish and
then sighed a few seconds later.
“What makes you think you can
do what you say?” he interrogated, “Show me proof. Lift that table in front.” he
threw him another challenge, this time he sounded serious.
Ian continued cleaning the
whiteboard as if ignoring his request. But surely enough, moments later, the
table behind him slowly floated upward and hovered a good few inches above the
floor. Henry’s jaw dropped—literally.
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