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The diary of a teenage Psychic
Chapter6
Okay, so when I said that Lucy has a good sense of fashion, I wasn’t joking. Because here I am, stood in front of the mirror, wearing a grey wildfox tank, jean shorts, Vincent smug trainers, and this “amulet” thing which contains a selected amount of my Power (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=31146685).
‘So… missing you’re parents yet?’ Lucy asks me, biting into her low-fat dolphin-friendly tuna salad sandwich.
‘Yeah,’ I whisper.
‘That’s what I’d have guessed… the last time I saw my mum was… ten, nine, years ago,’ Lucy sighs. ‘I mean, it’s not exactly easy is it?’
‘Why didn’t you stay with your mum?’ I mutter.
‘Because my grandfather predicted it. He had The Power as well, and everything he said was supposed to be true, and my dad said that the world could be destroyed if I didn’t follow him. My mum… being a true believer and stuff… she let me go,’ Lucy says softly.
‘That’s sad.’
‘Yeah. But it’s not so bad see… cos I’ve met loads of people, and you’d love Si. He’s a funny kid. Amazing actually,’ Lucy grins. ‘You two might end up –’
‘Don’t even say it,’ I laugh.
‘–Dating,’ Lucy finishes, laughing her head off. ‘Y’know… you’re a cool kid.’
‘I’m not a kid,’ I mutter.
‘Yeah, whatever.’
***
‘What’s for dinner?’ I ask Sarge, my stomach rumbling.
‘Pizza. How does that sound?’ he says.
‘Amazing –’
‘Too bad, you’re having sandwiches, some crisps, a cup of tea, then off to bed. Overeating can delete your Powers,’ Sarge lectures.
‘But wouldn’t under-eatingdo that as well?’ I remind.
‘Which is why you’re not under eating. If you’ve got a problem with the food over here, maybe you’d rather go to McDonald's?’ Sarge asks.
I smile, ‘Yeah. Act –’
‘SARCASM!’ Sarge yells, ‘eat your food or STARVE.’
I don’t know why, but in those few seconds, the emotion starts rushing to me. I’m panting, my eyes are
running, and so is my nose. Oh God.
‘Well, I didn’t mean it like that,’ Sarge whispers, ‘do you want to go up to your room and I’ll bring your food
to you?’
‘No,’ I shake my head, ‘I’m not hungry.’
‘You need an appetite for tom-’
‘I SAID I’M NOT HUNGRY,’ I scream in-between sobs, ‘who do you think you are… my mother?’
‘No,’ Sarge mutters, ‘of course not. I understand. You regret your decision to come.’
‘Well you didn’t leave me and mum and dad much choice did you?’ I stand up, and wipe my nose, ‘I hate
this thing.’
‘I hate it too.’
I stare at Sarge for a few seconds, before running out of the room, up the stairs, and into my “en-suite”
bedroom. I slide underneath the duvet, and burrow my head underneath my duvet, sobbing into the
sheets.
‘I hate this, hate this, hate this,’ I say to myself.
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The diary of a teenage Psychic
Chapter5
We arrive in Scotland after six whole cranky awkward hours in the SUV. No one said a word after Tom told me that he thinks I’m spoilt, I mean. I’m the least spoilt person, in like, ever. And what’s wrong if I like to have a laugh? It’s not like I’m hurting anyone’s feelings? Well…
‘Sarge Connelly, been a while, hasn’t it sir?’ smiles Tom, shaking a tall, bald man’s hand.
The Sarge laughs, ‘Fifteen years to be exact Tom. We grow older by the hour. And who’s this little stroppy flower? Elektra Van Croft?’
‘Yes,’ I snap, ‘and I’m not stroppy.’
‘The Power’s gotten to her sir,’ claims Tom, ‘and when can we meet Mr Simon?’
‘Tomorrow, he’s at training right now. Gun work.’
‘YOU USE GUNS?’ I scream.
‘Not real guns. A bit like a laser really, a laser of Power which comes from your brain and is used for protection. You need level 0.5 Power to be able to do that,’ Tom says matter-of-factly.
‘So. We need to get you dressed,’ Sarge says.
‘Err… I am,’ I remind.
‘Not in PPA clothes. Lucy!’ Sarge calls.
A tall lady with honey blonde hair comes through to the room. She looks quite young and fashionable in a one shoulder floral print top and some black jersey harem pants (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=31144787). She smiles bright and boldly, making me automatically step out from the black cloud shadowing me.
‘What do you need dad?’ she asks the Sarge.
‘Give our Elektra friend the clothes you picked out,’ Sarge orders.
Lucy nods then looks at me, ‘C’mon then, let’s go see if you like it.’
I smile at her, and she grins back.
I seriously hope we might become mates, because it’s obvious that I need a few. Being a Power holder and what-not?
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The diary of a teenage Psychic
Chapter4
‘Oi,’ laughs Thomas, ‘watch your mouth Suzie. Take Elektra to your room.’
‘But I always have to share my room,’ sulks Suzanna.
‘She’ll be out by morning. Georgia, I’m going to Scotland,’ Thomas says.
‘And –’
‘I’ll be back in a few days, but if you feel the baby on its way, I’ll run down if I have to,’ Thomas kisses Georgia on the cheek, ‘Suzanna, take Elektra to your room.’
***
‘It was fantastic meeting you Elle,’ Georgia smiles, hugging me tightly, ‘I’ve never met such an animated girl. You truly are Powerful.’
‘Thanks,’ I smile.
‘I guess this is it,’ Suzanna says, acting like we’ve known each other for a billion years. ‘Good luck yeah?’
‘Thanks,’ I repeat.
‘Come on Elektra, we’ve got a lot of work to do,’ Tom says, climbing into the black SUV he owns.
I get in too, waving to Georgia and Suzanna as we drive drive drive away. I guess that’ll be the last real family I ever meet… seeing as I’ll probably never see mine again.
We stop in at the PPA centre before starting our journey to Scotland, to speak to Officer Bright and sort some paperwork out. Hopefully (if Tom lets me) I can call my mum and dad and speak to them. But I’m not sure that’ll be a good idea. I’ll end up regretting trying to find out about my Powers… then, I’ll just end up back where I started in the first place.
‘We’re ready to scram,’ Tom says briefly, putting on his shades although there’s no sun outside.
‘This Simon kid?’ I begin.
‘You’ll like him,’ Tom says plainly, ‘funny lad. A bit moody when he wants to be. But you can tell he has Powers.’
‘What do you mean?’ I ask.
‘Y’see… when you’re around the kid, there’s this thing in the air, and he hasn’t even learnt to control his Powers. And, he speaks like one as well… wise and smart, yet charming. He’s a right gentlemen at fourteen that lad,’ Tom sighs.
‘And what about me? Do I have “the thing in the air” like he does? Am I wise and smart and charming?’ I ask, seriously meaning it.
‘You’re recovering,’ is all Tom says.
‘And…?’
‘And that is a stupid question to ask.’
‘But I’m asking…’
‘Well, no. You strike me as an anxious girl who laughs at everything, until something comes to her. Something unwanted and unexpected,’ Tom says, ‘and I think that you need the Power to know life.’
‘I think that’s stupid.’
‘Well I didn’t ask you.’
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The diary of a teenage Psychic
Chapter3
‘This is Officer Bright, the leader of the PPA program. His father had powers,’ Thomas introduces.
I scowl at Officer Bright, ‘You’re the reason I’m here.’
‘I’m the reason you’ve realized just how special you are… Elektra,’ he whispers, ‘and I’m the reason you can live a whole lot longer than planned.’
‘What?’ I snap.
‘People in England have caught on, there’s a group out to kill all people with Powers out there. The PPA protect you, the PPA help you control yourself. You might think I’m evil, but I’m your savior,’ Officer Bright says.
‘You blackmailed my parents,’ I remind.
‘They signed the contract,’ he hisses.
‘You bribed them,’ I say.
‘They could have said no Elektra… they could have said “no, we don’t need your money”, but they didn’t, so don’t go blaming me. Besides, you need an early night. we drive to Scotland tomorrow –’
‘WHAT?’ I scream.
‘Scotland, to meet Simon Wellard… the other kid with Powers. Never met him before actually,’ Officer Bright says.
‘Why not?’ I ask
‘Because Sarge Connelly covers those up north. Tom, go show Elektra to her room and her Power Stuff, and don’t forget to give the wife my “hi”,’ Officer Bright says.
‘Why was I chosen with The Power?’ I ask, ‘I don’t want it. I don’t even know what it is.’
‘All in due course my friend, but right now, you need sleep, c’mon,’ Thomas smiles.
We leave Officer Bright’s office and start walking along a long corridor, then, there’s an extension bridge, that leads to a house. Gosh, I hope I won't be living here all by myself. I miss mum and dad, oh dad, I haven’t seen him since this morning.
Thomas puts a key in the lock, turns the knob, and pushes the door open. ‘I’m home sweethearts!’ he calls, ‘and I’ve got Elektra with me!’
A pregnant mixed race woman comes out of the kitchen, followed by a tall tanned girl with a grin on her face. She has to be like two years older than me, because she just looks so cool.
‘Tom,’ says the pregnant woman, ‘you’re late.’
‘I had business Georgia,’ Thomas smiles.
‘You always have business. Anyway Elektra, welcome to our household of three and a half. I’m Georgia, and this is my daughter Suzanna,’ Thomas’ wife says.
‘Like my mum,’ I sniff.
‘But I’m not your mum. Do you know how lucky you are Elektra? You’re a Psychic. Seriously. You’re so special, and you get to fight for freedom and run away from Power killers. So amazing!’ Suzanna grins, ‘I asked dad if he could get some for me, but he’s like, “no Suzanna, it’s dangerous”. Not dangerous enough for him to work there, of course not.’
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The diary of a teenage Psychic
Chapter2
‘But… but… you’ll go to jail… and what powers do I have? Since when did I have powers?’ I ask.
‘The PPA are the Psychic Protection Agency, and, there’s this thing when a woman’s giving birth that alerts them that the kid is psychic, and the powers kick in when you’re about thirteen… powers as in future reading and moving things with your mind. Serious. And, well, they take you to meet someone else who’s with the PPA, but only two people ever have had the powers. And they’re dead,’ mum explains.
‘So I’m the only one on Earth with the “powers”?’ I ask.
‘Not necessarily. There’s a boy up in Glasgow, he had his thirteen birthday a few weeks ago, the PPA called me to warn me it was your turn. You’ll meet up with him and go to training camp together,’ mum says.
‘So I’m practically some sort of government object… a doll… being trained by this agency thing?’ I sigh, ‘and you sold me out?’
‘I was nineteen, I’d just finished college, I didn’t have a job and neither did your dad. Nearly a million pounds was a lot of money, and it still is now. Life changing money! I felt so lucky, and I figured u wouldn’t be close to me anyway, so what was the harm? I was so young, so immature, and now, the only way out is prison,’ mum sighs.
‘I’ll g-go,’ I stutter.
‘Not a chance,’ mum says sternly, ‘no way.’
‘But I want to. It might be fun, and for all I know, it won't be hard work. Nothing illegal, no child slavery and anything,’ I shrug, ‘I don’t want you to go to jail.’
‘We might never see each other again,’ mum says, reminding me, ‘I can't let you do it Elektra.’
‘I can't let you go to prison mum,’ I say, twirling a strand of hair round my finger, ‘I can't do that to you.’
‘Are you sure about this Elektra?’ mum asks, ‘it’s your decision.’
I feel like reminding her that she left me no choice, but I just nod and finish the rest of the milkshake I was once enjoying before Thomas and Co turned up. The chocolate sticks to my throat, and I feel like crying. God. I dread Thomas’ return.
***
Knock-Knock-Knock Knock.
Mum looks at me, smiles, then opens the door, expecting lots and lots of PPA people. But it’s only Thomas, carrying a suitcase, the one filled with the money. He smiles at us.
‘Have you come to a decision or do you need me to remind you of the consequences?’ Thomas asks.
‘I’m coming, my bags are packed. I’m coming,’ I say quickly.
‘Well I’m very glad,’ Thomas nods. ‘We best be off.’
‘Don’t do this… please,’ mum pleads, clutching at my arm.
‘I’m sorry,’ I whisper.
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The diary of a teenage Psychic
Chapter1
Some weird people burst through the door dressed in black suits and black sunglasses, and they start storming round the house, ruining the whole party celebrations. My party. My thirteenth birthday party, and seriously, talk about unlucky.
‘Who’re you?’ mum asks one of the men she’s just cornered.
‘We’re the PPA,’ the guy says gruffly, ‘we’re here for Elektra Van Croft.’
‘What?’ I ask, standing up (although it’s very hard and my feet are killing) in my birthday stilettos and shooting the guy my evil stare. ‘Why do you want me?’
‘This is your thirteenth birthday, correct?’ the man says, ‘and a conversation on this day, thirteen years ago, between your mother Suzanna Smith, your father Marshall Van Croft and the PPS agency states that on this day, you will become a legal, official member of the PPA. For nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety nine pounds, of course.’
‘Err… excuse me, but you can't just burst into my house and accuse my mum and dad of stuff. So if you could just leave,’ I say, taking a seat because my feet are killing me. Why did I ask for birthday stilettos? I’d be much better in trainers.
‘But, Suzanna Smith, we’ve got the money and we’ve got a video recording of the conversation if you want me to put it into the DVD for you,’ the guy shrugs. ‘But a deal is a deal, a legal deal which you signed a contract for. You could, correction would, go to jail if you don’t fulfill your side of it.’
Mum looks at the guy, tears forming in her eyes, ‘But… but…’
‘But what Ms Smith?’
‘She’s my daughter. You can't just take her away. Don’t you have children of your own? Would you let people take her away?’ mum sobs.
‘I do have a daughter, but I would never sell her to a company. Not for all the money in the world,’ the guy says, ‘but I guess you’re different. And, you will of course, face a jail sentence.’
All the other “PPA” guys have lined up behind the guy, standing still and looking like assassinators. And, guess what, my mum and dad sold me out for one pounds less than a million quid. If anything, they should have asked for the one million, but still, either they give me up, or they go to jail. Then, what would they need the money for?
‘We’ll be back at seven in the evening, by then, you should have picked your decision. Jail… or nearly a million pounds… the money will be given due to your decision, and I assure you Ms Suzanna, if you do chose to give her up, she will be well taken care of,’ the guy smiles at me, ‘and the name is Thomas.’
The PPS guys and Thomas leave the house, slamming the door behind them, and I look at mum. We’re both crying of course, but mine are tears of anger, hers are of guilt.
‘Elektra–’
‘NO!’ I scream, ‘you knew! You knew all along! No wonder when you realized it was my thirteenth birthday, you wanted to make it simple! Because you knew it was going to be ruined by the stupid PPA people! And you never told me… you never told me that you ruined my life… before I even had one. You never…’
‘Elektra, me and your dad are very sorry it’s just–’
‘I hate you,’ I hiss.
‘We’ll go to jail. I’m not letting you go Elektra, the money means nothing compared to how much you mean to me,’ mum says, hugging me.
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