Sitting in the backseat of yet another nondescript 4 door sedan, he knew what they weren’t telling him. Jordan had been kicked out of several foster homes already. More than enough to know the routine of being shoved out to deal with another family that wouldn’t understand him. With his abilities finally under control, he thought this moving around crap was over. He picked up his thick book on computer coding. Learning every aspect of computers, burying himself in his studies, it was his only way to shut out all the pain in his head. It was also the only way to control his power. He opened the book and started reading the chapter on ASCII, tuning out the remaining world at the same time.
Jordan had thought that the moving would have ended when he learned to keep his telekinesis under control. He was very careful not to use it around anyone. He never wanted to scare his younger foster siblings. He never wanted to scare anyone really. Scaring people made bad things happen when they refused to listen to him when he tried to explain. Too many people apparently watched Carrie. Damn that movie and its negative views on people like him.
After about an hour or two of reading on ASCII, as well as Hex programming, the case worker pulled to a stop in front of a two and a half story house with a wrap-around porch. Before even looking up, he could feel the excitement bubbling up in a girl not much younger than himself. Shocked at that, his eyes shot up from the book just as a girl with long, dark hair shot from the house and stopped at the bottom step, bouncing a little as she waited, obviously impatiently. He could hear her in his head muttering for him to hurry. He just shook his head and laughed. No way he heard that. He put his book back into his bag carefully and opened the door, stepping from the car and putting his messenger-style bag over his shoulder. He watched the girl carefully, afraid she was going to spring at him like an overly excited puppy. As if she read his mind, she did just that. She ran at him and threw her arms around his waist and hugged him. She started spouting out welcomes and hellos...well, “hi”s were more like it. She seemed way too happy.
After indulging her for a few minutes, he slowly pushed her arms down and cleared his throat. “Hi, I’m Jordan. This is a nice house you have here.” He looked up cautiously, keeping this girl in his peripheral sight. She didn’t move a muscle except her mouth, which only went into a frown. But he heard her plain as she was speaking to him. “You don’t like me. Why don’t you like me? What did I do to make you not like me?”
He looked at her with a frown. Testing the waters of what he was starting to piece together, he thought very clearly: “Why would you think I don’t like you? I’m just tired...and not really good with new people.” He saw her eyes go wide and knew in that instant that she’d heard him too. He looked back at the worker who was unloading his bags at talking with an older woman with a long, flowing skirt at the car. He hadn’t even noticed the woman leave the house. But she looked over the instant he looked at her and she gave him a very warm smile and a wink.
Jordan turned back to the young girl and interrupted her mental speech that was flowing quickly and spoke aloud. “Maybe we should go inside and talk. What was your name?” She smiled and jumped, taking his hand. “Sabine. You’ll love it here. There’s so much...” He just laughed as she continued to ramble on about the house and the woods nearby. He just thought to himself that this was going to be the place that lasted. He just knew it.
Jordan had thought that the moving would have ended when he learned to keep his telekinesis under control. He was very careful not to use it around anyone. He never wanted to scare his younger foster siblings. He never wanted to scare anyone really. Scaring people made bad things happen when they refused to listen to him when he tried to explain. Too many people apparently watched Carrie. Damn that movie and its negative views on people like him.
After about an hour or two of reading on ASCII, as well as Hex programming, the case worker pulled to a stop in front of a two and a half story house with a wrap-around porch. Before even looking up, he could feel the excitement bubbling up in a girl not much younger than himself. Shocked at that, his eyes shot up from the book just as a girl with long, dark hair shot from the house and stopped at the bottom step, bouncing a little as she waited, obviously impatiently. He could hear her in his head muttering for him to hurry. He just shook his head and laughed. No way he heard that. He put his book back into his bag carefully and opened the door, stepping from the car and putting his messenger-style bag over his shoulder. He watched the girl carefully, afraid she was going to spring at him like an overly excited puppy. As if she read his mind, she did just that. She ran at him and threw her arms around his waist and hugged him. She started spouting out welcomes and hellos...well, “hi”s were more like it. She seemed way too happy.
After indulging her for a few minutes, he slowly pushed her arms down and cleared his throat. “Hi, I’m Jordan. This is a nice house you have here.” He looked up cautiously, keeping this girl in his peripheral sight. She didn’t move a muscle except her mouth, which only went into a frown. But he heard her plain as she was speaking to him. “You don’t like me. Why don’t you like me? What did I do to make you not like me?”
He looked at her with a frown. Testing the waters of what he was starting to piece together, he thought very clearly: “Why would you think I don’t like you? I’m just tired...and not really good with new people.” He saw her eyes go wide and knew in that instant that she’d heard him too. He looked back at the worker who was unloading his bags at talking with an older woman with a long, flowing skirt at the car. He hadn’t even noticed the woman leave the house. But she looked over the instant he looked at her and she gave him a very warm smile and a wink.
Jordan turned back to the young girl and interrupted her mental speech that was flowing quickly and spoke aloud. “Maybe we should go inside and talk. What was your name?” She smiled and jumped, taking his hand. “Sabine. You’ll love it here. There’s so much...” He just laughed as she continued to ramble on about the house and the woods nearby. He just thought to himself that this was going to be the place that lasted. He just knew it.