"Don't be frightened, Kaitlyn," the principal said.
"I don't bite," Joyce added, sitting down herself "Now, what do you remember?"
"It was just a test, like you get at the optometrist's," Kaitlyn said slowly. "I thought it was some new
program."
Joyce was smiling a little. "It was a new program. But we weren't screening for vision, exactly. Do you
remember the test where you had to write down the letters you saw?"
"Oh-yes."
It had been last fall, early October,
"You gave everybody a pencil and a piece of paper," she said hesitantly to Joyce. "And then you
projected letters on the movie screen. And they kept getting smaller and smaller. I could hardly write,"
she added. "I was limp."
"Just a little hypnosis to get past your inhibitions," Joyce said, leaning forward. "What else?"
"I kept writing letters."
"Yes, you did," Joyce said. A slight grin flashed in her tanned face. "You did indeed."
After a moment, Kaitlyn said, "So I've got good eyesight?"
"I wouldn't know." Still grinning, Joyce straightened up. "You want to know how that test really worked,
Kaitlyn? We kept projecting the letters smaller and smaller-until finally they weren't there at all."
"Weren't there?"
"Not for the last twenty frames. There were just dots, absolutely featureless. You could have vision like a
hawk and still not make anything out of them." "
A cold finger seemed to run up Kaitlyn's backbone. "I saw letters," she insisted.
"I know you did. But not with your eyes."
There was perfect silence in the room.
"We had someone in the room next door," Joyce said. "A graduate student with very good concentration,
and he was looking at charts with letters on them. That was why you saw letters, Kait. You saw through
his eyes. You expected to see letters on the chart, so your mind was open-and you received what he
saw."
Joyce said. "It's called remote viewing. The awareness of an event beyond the
range of your ordinary senses. Your drawings are remote viewings of events-sometimes events that
haven't happened yet."
"What do you know about my drawings?" A rush of emotion brought Kait to her feet.
"I'll tell you what I know," Joyce said"I know that you first discovered your gift when you were nine years
old. A little boy from your neighborhood had disappeared-"
"Sterling knight" the principal put in briskly.
"sterling knight had disappeared," Joyce said, "And the police
were going door to door, looking for him. You were drawing with crayons while they talked to your
father. You heard everything about the missing boy. And when you were done drawing, it was a picture
you didn't understand, a picture of trees and a bridge . . . and something square."
Kaitlyn nodded, feeling oddly defeated.
"And the next day, on TV, you saw the place where they'd found the little boy's body," Joyce said.
"Underneath a bridge by some trees ... in a packing crate."
"Something square," Kaitlyn said.
"It matched the picture you'd drawn exactly, even though there was no way you could have known about
that place.
"And Kaitlyn developed something of an attitude problem," the principal interjected delicately. "She's
naturally rebellious and a bit high-strung-like a colt. But she got prickly, too, and cool. Self-defense." She
made tsking noises.
Kaitlyn glared, but it was a feeble glare. Joyce's quiet, sympathetic voice had disarmed her. She sat
down again.
"So you know all about me," she said to Joyce. "So I've got an attitude problem. So wh-"
"You do not have an attitude problem," Joyce said, She leaned forward, speaking very earnestly. "You have a gift, a very great gift. Kaitlyn, don't you understand? Don't
you realize how unusual you are, how wonderful?"
In Kaitlyn's experience, unusual did not equate to wonderful.
"In the entire world, there are only a handful of people who can do what you can do," Joyce said. "In the
entire United States, we only found five."
"Five what?"
"Five high school seniors. Five kids like you. All with different talents, of course; none of you can do the
same thing. But that's great; that's just what we
were looking for. We'll be able to do a variety of experiments." .
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who are those five?
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i like joe for gabriel but like pailer :)
jonasgirl719 2 years ago
joe's look from camp rock was my first choice too, but I wanted to do something more original :D
greenaiko7 2 years ago
third picture of kaitlyn was perfect!
xXxElinexXx 2 years ago
thanks! it took alot of time to find them <3
greenaiko7 2 years ago