You all know about Telekinesis right? the ability to move things with your mind? or by other means of not touching the object.
Realizing you have something like this for the first time is a pretty big thing. At first. Eventually, your mind adjusts to the idea of being able to move things.
Think of it like your eyes adjusting to dark or light when someone shuts off or turns on a light. Now at first it may seem weird. Maybe even a little confusing. But time goes by, things get easier, and no matter how uncomfortable or unfamiliar with the new version you are, over time, you'll end up wondering how you even thought differently before.
Well, this was the case for a girl named Em.
For the first years of her life; she believed she was normal, like everyone else. but soon her life would all come crashing down from the beauty of light, to the vast vacuum of darkness before she could do so much as blink.
The change seemed small. Her mom telling her to just pick up toys with her hands and be nice to the other kids at school.
"Why?" the blue eyes pouring with curiosity. "That sounds pretty hard to me!" She complained. of course she had been told to keep to herself before, but they don't leave the house for more than an hour at times. School seemed a lot longer than that, Em didn't know if she had the strength for that kind of thing.
Her mother sat next to her; petting her long, flowing, chestnut brown hair. "I know it sounds hard." she said, smiling at her daughter below her. "But you can do it. You're a strong little tiger!" She said, tucking her child into the blankets on the bed.
"But Why? Is it against the rules or somethin?"
Her mother laughed as she brushed away one of the locks on her head before kissing it. "No, but it's still very important that you don't do it. Promise?" she asked, wiggling her pinkie finger in front of Em.
Em responded by hooking her own pinkie around her mother's and nodded. "Promise." She said. Confusion still clear in her voice. She wanted to pry more out of her mother but was too tired to do so. Her mother left the room. turning off the lights, and closing the door.
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The night flew by; as soon as Em's dreams started, they came to an end. All her imaginary characters and the many character she had once seen on her television went as soon as they came. Seemingly abandoning her to face the world alone. But today was different, today Em had school.
Em never had an opinion on school. she had never been after all. She had seen many schools portrayed in cartoons, but she suspected the real thing was a lot different. But it still looked fun anyway. Still, a place she wasn't supposed to move anything without having to actually get up and touch it was a place she didn't want to be. Plus, what if the other kids don't like her? What if she can't make any friends, and will be alone forever? What if she messed up and forgot about what her mother said--what if she found out? She could feel tears starting to burn her eyes, worse scenarios attacking her.
By the time her mom had walked in, Em had multiple tears running down her face. Rushing to her aid, her mom cuddled her till she had eventually calmed down. After she had stopped, her mother asked her what's wrong.
"What i-if the other kids d-don't like me?" She sniffed, clinging to her mother. She assured her everything would be alright, running her fingers through her hair.
"We need to get you ready, alright? I promise they'll all love you to pieces." She smiled, and Em couldn't help but smiling back and nodding, even though she was still terrified.
But she managed. She got dressed, combed her hair, brushed her teeth, and made it to the school building in her mom's old car, all without shedding a single tear.
Em prayed something would happen so she wouldn't have to go in and meet the other kids, faced with their judgment. She's never talked to anybody near her age before, so the fear of saying something wrong had her stomach twisting into knots.
But nothing happened, and before she knew it, they were standing in front of the closed classroom door, its wooden frame decorated in multi colored monkey stickers. Seemed friendly enough. Maybe it wouldn't be all that bad.
Her little spark of hope was stepped into the dirt and spat on when her mom let go of her hand. Em looked up pleadingly, but she shook her head.
"Sorry tiger. I can't come inside with you, I love you." She said, leaning down and kissing her head, then stopping at her ear and whispering, "Remember what I said."
She smiled weakly as she stood up again, opening the door for her and gesturing to enter. She smiled, nodding. She didn't want to, she really really didn't want to, but she did anyway. She stepped inside, away from her mother, who had closed the door as soon as she was in the room.
The sound of it shutting had grasped the entire class's attention, each pair of eyes turning to stare at her, stiff, in the front, all eyes unmoving for a good ten seconds. Then the teacher, who had previously been behind her desk and glued to a book before noticing the sudden silence, smiled cheerfully at Em.
"Hello, there, what's your name?" She asked softly, taking her glasses off and setting them down. She stood and walked over to her, her rainbow curls bouncing around.
"E-Em." She whispered shyly, the immense attention of so many kids was almost overwhelming. The teacher, tall, had to get on her needs to face her properly.
"Where's your parents, Em?" She eyed her, putting her hand on her shoulder in what she assumed was a gesture to calm, but honestly, it just made it weird.
"My m-mom told me she c-couldn't come inside with m-me, so she walked me t-to the door and left a-after I got inside." She explained, her eyes staring at her red heels.
The lady nodded for a minute, as if thinking about what he said, before chirping up again. "My name is miss Celestia, welcome to the class!" She stood suddenly, looking back at the group of kids sitting at various tables, around four or five at each table, in exception to a girl sitting alone in the back, who didn't seem to even be paying attention, just coloring. The kids watched the teacher look back, and directed their attentions back to themselves.
Seemingly satisfied, miss Celestia turned to her again. "Why don't you go find a seat, Em? You can put your book bag on the hooks back there." She smiled, and she nodded.
Em shuffled to the back, nervous when a few kids glanced at her, and put her bag away, before sitting down at the table with the girl who was coloring alone.
Miss Celestia had went back to her own business, as had the other kids, chattering wildly among themselves. She watched the kid color, a little awestruck.
"That looks really good." She whispered, and she looked up, smiling a toothy smile.
"Thanks!" She said, reaching for another crayon as Em eyed the drawing.
"You like Stitch?" She asked softly, and she nodded, blue eyes wide and bright at her familiarly of the little blue alien character she had scribbled out.
She smiled, shuffling her feet a little under the table. "I'm Em." She spoke up again quietly.
"I'm Pinkie!" She held out her hand, which she, very hesitantly, shook. "Wanna be best friends?" Pinkie asked, and Em nodded, surprised to have made a friend so quickly. She smiled again, wide and bright, and this time, Em. smiled just as widely.