Short Story

"You are a mystery." Mr. Lyle, the current head of the telekinetics division, said to me. He was called in after the teachers in charge of the incoming students assignments failed to recognize what I am. I thought that I would get into telekinetics easily with my aura. "This isn't tactile telekinesis. Telekinetics create an aura around their body by manipulating the air molecules around themselves. However, this is like an invisible membrane is surrounding you. Same effect but different process. I have never seen anything like this before." He said, before looking excited. "Maybe it is a new branch of telekinesis." "I'm afraid not, Grant." A woman said, stepping into the room they lead me to to investigate away from the other students. …show more content…

She lead me out over to the empath group. I noticed one of my friends in the telekinetic group, look at me confused. I mouthed 'I'll tell you later.' As I waited I chatted with a girl named, Rosalie Chandler. She was a quiet girl who had felt the emotions of others since she was young. After about ten minutes, I heard Ms. Abrams mutter, "Oh, for goodness sake." and walked over to the people in charge of separating out the different groups and talked to them for about a minute. Then she went down the line picking people to walk with her, seemingly at random, then walked back over to the empath group. "Come on. I am going to be in charge of the empaths welcome." She said to the group, winking at me before gesturing for us to follow her. As we walked, I looked at her more closely. She walked with complete confidence beside the stereotype that empaths are shy and pushovers. She was an attractive woman: dark hair, fair skin, lithe figure. She also looked pretty young, in her early thirties, despite claiming to be a founder of the school which is around thirty years old itself. Maybe she is the daughter of one of the founders? My knowledge of the founders of this school is a bit lacking though. All I know is that there was a telekinetic, telepath, empath, and a precog. All of them incredible powerful and well-respected. Ms. Abrams led us to another building and upstairs to the second floor where there was a large open space with couches, a TV, even a