Over the next couple of weeks, school
was bearable. My friends wanted to know all of the details to the break-up. Who
broke-up with whom? Did I cry? What did I have as comfort food? Most of all, is
that why I was gone for a week? I, of course, knew all the answers to provide
minimal damage: he broke-up with me; a little; no food, just old movies; yes
and no, no further comments. This pleased my friends all of three minutes
before they realized there was no juice. So they went on to pump Carol for
information on what Dan was like up close and personal.
At home, I spent time practicing the
skills Drei had helped me discover, slowly improving to the point I didn’t have
to focus as long or hard. I could stare at a spot and pull all the air together
before almost instantaneously. It was exciting, to say the least, even if it
was still somewhat unwanted.
I soon became bored with the standard
moving things and began experimenting at school. If I felt myself slipping away
into sleep during a class, I would send a piece of paper flying on a draft of
air to spook someone. Or, my favorite, send a message to one of my sleeping
friends and enjoy her frantic looks when she suddenly awoke. They swore it was
ghosts, which only improved their image because that was apparently the new
rage.
Still, I found it highly
entertaining. And the more I used my newfound gift, the more I came to appreciate
it.
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