(For the first part of this story, go here.)
Of course she had lied about meeting Kevin at the library. But Danielle knew that she would need to get to the library to figure out what could possibly be happening to her. And the lie about Kevin at least was believable. They did occasionally meet at the library to study. Kevin was a straight-A student on the fast track to an Ivy League education; Danielle’s mother, a high school drop-out, was always ecstatic when he helped out Danielle.
After dinner Danielle threw on her grey hooded sweatshirt, grabbed her backpack, and started out to the library on foot. Once she got there, she had just about an hour until the library would close. She found an empty study room and pulled her laptop out of the faded purple backpack. Once the laptop was plugged in, turned on and connected to the library’s free wireless internet, she opened up a browser window and went to Google.
She was reading an article on mental telepathy when she was startled by a sharp knock on the glass door of the study room. She turned around, curious, and was stunned to see Kevin standing there. She gestured for him to join her, and he did. He hesitated after he opened the door, but then he entered the small room and closed the door behind him. He sat down in the only other chair in the room.
He didn’t speak right away, and Danielle didn’t know what to say. He could see her laptop screen clearly. The top of the webpage said in block letters THE REAL STORY OF TELEPATHY.
Finally, Kevin spoke.
“So…telepathy huh?” Danielle nodded, “You know that what you actually did was telekinesis, right?” Danielle nodded again. Kevin sighed, “This is the most unreal thing that has ever happened in my life. But I’m sure you’re feeling pretty much the same way.” Danielle nodded as Kevin looked up at her. She was relieved to see a grin on his face, “Then you must also know that it’s pretty much the most amazing thing that’s ever happened in our lives, too.”
“What do you mean? It’s terrifying. I can’t figure it out. How it happened. How I do it. How I came to suddenly feel like the character in a comic book.”
“You’re saying you don’t even know how it started?”
“That’s exactly what I’m saying. That thing with the textbook? That’s the first time anything like that has happened. I was just as freaked out by it as you were. And then I was at home, and I started hearing my mom’s thoughts. And? One of my eyes changed color.”
“What?” Kevin leaned closer and looked into Danielle’s eyes for a moment. He looked embarrassed, “I hate to say this, but I don’t even know which one is the correct color. I’m a terrible friend. First I abandon you at the first sign of something totally freaky, and now I don’t even know what color your eyes are!”
Danielle laughed, “They are supposed to be green.”
Kevin nodded thoughtfully, “You know, in the X-Men movies, anybody who is telepathic has two prominently different colored eyes. Do you remember the second one? They focused on that similarity between Professor X and Stryker’s son.”
“So what you’re telling me, is that you believe evolution is turning me into a mutant. And that you believe everything you see in movies.”
“And comic books.”
“And comic books.” Danielle glanced back at her laptop screen, “The thing is, this article I’m reading does say that mental powers like these are entirely possible. You know that saying, the one where we only use a small percentage of our brains? Well this guy is saying that with focus, we can train our brains in telepathy. That mind reading is a totally legit thing. No mutation required.”
Kevin looked at the screen and started scanning the article. Danielle watched him focused intently on the laptop.
This guy sounds like a quack. But maybe that’s because we’re kind of taught not to believe in this kind of stuff, outside of movies. Could she really be telling the truth? She did make that book levitate. And she says she read her mom’s mind. But stuff like this doesn’t happen in real life. Nobody can read minds.
“I know he sounds like a quack. I wouldn’t give something like this even a second thought if I hadn’t made a book levitate. And if I wasn’t currently listening to what you are thinking.”
Kevin sat back and looked at Danielle in amazement, “What am I thinking?”
There’s no way she can hear what I’m saying. That would be ridiculous. Then she would know – don’t think about that in case she’s telling the truth – call me Ishmael.
“Why are you quoting Moby Dick in your head?”
Kevin jumped out of his chair so quickly, he almost fell over it.
“And what would I know if I could hear your thoughts? Why do you keep quoting books from English class?”
“To make sure you can’t hear things I wouldn’t want you to hear. Private thoughts.”
Danielle nodded, “Well you can trust me. I’m not listening right now. I won’t do it without you knowing. I can control it. It takes concentration.”
“That is wild.” Kevin’s eyes were wide in bewilderment.
“Tell me about it.”