Subject 1512

Chapter 1

"JAMES! HOW COULD YOU?" I scream, dropping the crappy Chinese takeout. My boyfriend stops kissing Louisa, my best friend. "I AM BREAKING UP WITH YOU!!!" I say, and storm out of his house. Hot tears stream down my face and by the time I get to my car I am sobbing. We have been together for two years exactly, today was our anniversary. I had suspected something was going on but I was too naïve to say anything. About six months ago they started to hang out a lot. I thought this was good, what's better than your best friend and your boyfriend getting along? Then they hung out more and more, and then I walk in on them having a make out session. I turn off the road into my driveway, it's a short drive from my house to his. I get out of my car and go inside. My parents are with my younger brother, Max, out at his baseball game, so nobody sees me crying. I run up the stairs and sit down on my bed. I stop crying after a while, and now I am just mad. Really mad. Furious. I look at my vase of wilted roses and imagine breaking it. I briefly close my eyes and then I hear the unmistakable sound of glass shattering.

I open my eyes and see my vase is completely shattered. I stand up and back towards my door. I should leave, but my curiosity gets the best of me. Even though it is impossible that I did that, I try to move the roses. I imagine the roses soaring through the air and into my hands. This time, I keep my eyes open. The roses do as I willed, and they fly towards me. I step sideways, trying to dodge them, but the roses landed neatly in my hand. I throw them down. I start shaking, and I slide down my door. I take some deep breaths and I calm down. I pinch myself, but I am not dreaming. I am scared, no, terrified. I don't know what to do, but I can't let anyone find out. I clean up the mess I made. I check the time and see I have a little over an hour to myself.  I walk down the stairs, out the door, and get into my car. I decide to go to my happy place, the library. I plug the aux cord into my phone and put my songs on shuffle. "Fake Love" by Drake comes on, and I laugh at the irony. By the end of the third song I was at the library.

"Ember, how are you?" The librarian says.

"Good, Mrs. Tanner. I am just a little frazzled." I say, and hurry off to the secluded part of the library. I am far from good, I hate lying to her. I stop. I am running from myself, and if I do that, I will never stop. I sink to the ground and close my eyes. After a while, I open my eyes. I stand up, and look at the book in front of me. "Believe Me" by Jossiah Mackle. I read the back and distract myself by reading the first few pages. I weave through the aisles and go over to Mrs. Tanner and hand her the book.

"What is wrong dear? Why are you leaving so soon?" She says. I am one of the regular visitors of this library.

"James cheated on me." I say, and Mrs. Tanner pats my shoulder and hands me my book. Before she says anything, I am out the door. James is the least of my worries.

"Em?" Max yells as I open the door. He was wearing his dirty baseball uniform, and he is smiling. "We won!" He yells again and runs up to hug me. He is twelve and I am going to turn eighteen in a few months. Mom and Dad walk into the living room and sit down on the couch.

"Ember, you need to go pack for camp." My mom says.

"Oh! I forgot about that. Today has just not been my day." I say, walking towards the stairs.

"Why?" Mom says with a worried look on her face. I freeze for a moment.

"James cheated on me." I say, purposefully leaving out a certain event.

"Oh Ember I'm sorry. " I shrug, and I go up the stairs to pack for camp. I am going to this survival camp, which is going to teach me how to survive in the wild if I needed to. Maybe I will need to know this in case I have to run away. No, I will not have to do that. I will keep my power hidden. What is it called anyway? Telekinesis. I go to my closet and get out my trunk. The camp is going to last three weeks, and they don't have a washer and dryer. I suppose it can't hurt to practice my telekinesis, just so I know how to use it without hurting anyone. I imagine all of my clothes that I want to take come out of my closet and my dresser and into my trunk. I watch as my clothes gently glide into the trunk. I turn on my computer and go into my music. My Chemical Romance's "Welcome To The Black Parade" starts to play. I pull up the website that has a list of all the stuff I need to bring. Clothes. Check. Money. I go up to my desk and pull it out some so i can reach the secret pocket I keep money. Max always steals my money, it's the only place he hasn't thought to look. I quickly count it. $372.75. Wow, I didn't realize I had so much money. It's the middle of summer and I have worked a bunch of odd jobs. I babysat, mowed lawns, and walked dogs, just to name a few. I put the money into a chapstick tube and the coins into my wallet. I had about $50 in my wallet, so I was set. I went to my closet and grabbed a small backpack and put my wallet and "chapstick" in it. Check. I go back to my computer. NO ELECTRONICS. I ignore that, and plug in my portable batteries. Somehow, I managed to get seven. I also plug in my phone. It has a back up battery as well. The website says that it will provide all of the survival gear, so I am set. I close up my trunk and set my alarm for five A.M. It is now 9:05. I turn off the lights and lay down, and somehow fall asleep without thinking of my newfound power.