Chapter One

Please start at the:"Prologue" . If you're not going to then, don't bother reading at all. Thank you.


Chapter One

The wind whipped at Emily gentle, silky black hair as the car gained speed. Her electric blue eyes were focused on the winding road of country life. The car sped past a sparkling deep blue lake, and many lovely summer cottages. Children were gathered around playing in the small community parks, while adults were lazily strolling around enjoying the day.

Emily breathed in the sweet aroma of flowers. She heard the tender rustling of leaves as air brushed past them. The shining sun sent rays of light on her car.

She veered her car left, and steered it into the Stanford’s parking lot. The car came to halt, and she stepped outside.

Across the street a huddle of teenagers were gathered around talking. Two or three waved at Emily and indicated her to come. She waved back, but headed toward the Stanford’s house.

She knocked on the chestnut, wooden door. No one answered. She paused, then decided they hadn't heard her. She knocked once again, the door swung open instantly and Mrs. Stanford, a generous woman with a kind face greeted her. She smiled warmly at Emily, and opened the door wider to permit her inside.

"How are you doing, Emily?" She asked kindly.
"I'm fine, Mrs. Stanford." Ashley replied, "Um.. where is Stacy?"

"She's upstairs in her room." Mrs. Stanford said, giving a casual wave of her hand toward the staircase. Just then, the telephone rang. “Excuse me," she mumbled as she set off toward the phone.

Emily started up the stairs, and soon found herself in front of Stacy's door, staring at the large black and white sign stating: "Keep Out"
Ignoring the sign, Emily twisted the golden doorknob and opened the door.

The first thing Emily saw was Stacy's face half hidden in a teen magazine. "What did you do to your hair?" She shrieked, spotting her best friend normally pure blonde hair with patches of bright red across it.

"You like it?" Stacy asked, excitedly misinterpreting the expression that Emily wore on her face.

"Um," Emily began, deciding to lie to Stacy, but then she settled on the truth, "It would've look nice if you didn't curl your hair a week ago. Since, it's curled you only see half of the highlights. Half of it's turned inwards making it to look like you've had a rather ...um, unfortunate encounter with a can of red paint."

Stacy looked insulted, and hurt. She burrowed her eyebrows and stuck her nose into the teen magazine once more. "At least I have a sense of style, unlike you!"

"Yeah, right," Emily whispered softly.

However, she didn't whisper it softly enough. Stacy’s head instantly snapped up. "Excuse me?" she uttered, perplexed.

"I do have a sense of style," Emily responded.

"I never said you didn't," Stacey stared at her best friend in amazement.

"Yes, you did. I heard you." Emily replied defensively.

“I didn’t” Stacy mumbled softly.

"You did!" Emily muttered, slightly angry. She searched her face, suspiciously and it suddenly dawned on her that Stacy wasn’t kidding. She could tell her best friend was dead serious. “Then..” Emily sputtered, lost for words.

“Remember the time when you streaked your hair slightly maroon? You thought Mrs.Ronaldo said your hair looked nice, but she really didn’t say anything. And the time, when at the end of the Soccer game you thought Molly told you to pass the ball, when she really didn’t say anything.”

“But, I heard you say it.” Emily protested.

“I didn’t say it – er, I was thinking that,” Stacy confessed, “Maybe you have the ability to read minds!”

"Oh please, give me a break!” Emily snapped.

"No seriously," Stacy whispered excitedly, departing the magazine and rummaging through a pile of books on her bed, "Some people have these kind of gifts. They are called ASP, or ESP or something like that. Give me a minute," she mumbled grabbing a large, thick book and flipping through the pages, hastily, "I read about all this sort of stuff somewhere."

"Down to earth, Stace," Emily grumbled, rather annoyed. “There is no such thing as ESP. I'm sure there is logical explanation for this."

Stacy, however wasn't listening. She busy rummaging through the many pages of the book for something. "Aha!" she said, happily, laying the book flat on her lavender bed sheet. She peered down at the book, and began to read out loud:

Extrasensory Perception also known as ESP exists in many forms and way. Perhaps the four most famous forms are Telepathy, Clairvoyance, Precognition and of course Psychogenesis also known as Telekinesis.

Telepathy is the ability to discern another's thoughts or read one's mind. Clairvonayance is the power of having better senses out of the natural range of human beings. Precognition is having knowledge of the future, or telling the future.Psychokinesis which is better known Telekinesis is the power of moving objects without the help of physical ability.

However, there are many arguments whether the so-called extra ordinary powers exist. Many scientists are quite doubtful of these unatural gifts.


Emily remained silent thinking it over. This is absurd. There is no such thing as ESP. She turned toward her best friend who was expecting an answer, or comment.


Emily shrugged, "Bullshit."