Chapter 25
The broken heart-
Over the weekend, I used my study time to experiment more on my findings. I had the ability to move things, to transfer energy, and to create fire. I really didn’t do much with the fire, because I didn’t want to set off any more sprinklers.
Since I had the dorm room to myself, I rearranged all my furniture with my Zen. When I was done, I felt depleted of my energy. I looked out the window to see if there was anyone I could borrow some energy from, but no one walked by. I reached through the walls and grabbed some from the girls on the other side.
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“The thing is,” I told Dr. Moody over bacon-potato chowder. “I get so warn-out when I move things. I have to use my energy to do it, then I become pretty weak.”
“Why do you have to use your energy?” he asked.
“Well, it is done with energy. It has to come from somewhere.”
“Why don’t you take from the energy around you? I know I don’t have to tell you this, for you already know it, but there is energy everywhere. We live in giant energy fields. Tap into these fields and use them for your energy of transference.”
Dr. Moody was brilliant! Why hadn’t I thought of that first? I tapped into the energy from all around. It was mind numbing to how much available energy there was. Here we lived in a world always crying about not enough energy, and it was right around us.
I found as I used the free source of energy, my movements with the objects became smoother and refined. The great thing was I didn’t tire when I borrowed from the abundant energy around me. The other thing I liked, was whenever I got tired, I would reenergize myself with the energy field. I used to feel a little evil when I would take energy from others to rebuild my own. I liked how I could now take it from all the free energy around me.
The next day, when I was playing with energy fields, I made the discovery of a lifetime. I could use my Zen and feel the molecules in objects I touched. Since I had the chemical composition to literally every element know recorded in my memory, I felt like I could experiment with molecular composition. I was glad Dr. Moody had let me memorize his books. With that knowledge, I was able to do what I had originally been hoping for. I rearranged the matter in my homework paper and turned it into a rock. It wasn’t really difficult, because we are surrounded by all the molecules needed to create things. They are right there, abundantly available. It is like everything around us is waiting to be formed and manipulated. I added what I needed to the paper to create the rock.
During my study group, I transformed a leaf into grass, and grass into a leaf. I changed water into ice. I turned my socks into pillows and even took a short nap on them. My experiments were so small and secret no one noticed what I was up to. I couldn’t wait to see Dr. Moody.
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“Oh my, oh my, oh my,” Dr. Moody said, as he watched me rearrange the matter in his plate and make it become a teapot. “It is a good thing you are leaving here soon, kid.”
“Why?” I asked a little hurt.
“Because, if you stay around much longer, I might start doing experiments on you myself.” I laughed at what he said, but I think he must have meant it, because he wouldn’t allow us to have dinner together anymore. The next time after class, he dismissed us, and immediately locked himself in his office.
“Why can’t I come in?” I asked, pounding on his door.
“Because, you are too much of a temptation.”
“Temptation? Temptation for what?”
“You have the abilities to change this whole world. You have a power beyond anything comprehendible. You are what all scientists search for.”
“Then help me channel it, help me know what to do with it.”
Dr. Moody cracked his door open. “Only you can do that.”
“But, I don’t know what to do with it.”
“Alora, not only do you have an amazing ability, you also have all the scientific knowledge to go along with it. At least you are not an idiot who has been given this ability. That could be very dangerous. You have a brilliant mind, and you will figure out how to best channel your abilities. I warn you. Be very careful who you share your secret with, for even your own mother, if you had one, might betray you to tap into your power. So please, keep most of this to yourself. Don’t let yourself fall into the wrong hands, for your abilities could destroy the world.”
“Please help me?” I begged. The fear inside me was overwhelming.
Dr. Moody slammed the door so fast. He almost got my nose in it. “I am sorry,” I heard him through the door. “You hold so much potential. You are now a temptation to me. You shouldn’t have shared this knowledge with me, for now I want to test your abilities. I want to experiment upon you and have my name written up in the scientific journals.”
“I trust you. I don’t mind. You can experiment upon me. I will let you,” I said. The way he hid from me severed my spirit. I was desperate to keep our friendship going. I would have done anything for him.
He squeaked the door open again. “Please Alora, don’t be so naive. You can’t trust anyone, not even me,” again he slammed the door.
“But, I will let you experiment with me. I too want to know my capacity, like you do. You can help me run tests and things so we can know my full potential. I don’t think I could do this on my own.” Warm tears were sliding down my cheeks. I swiped at them with a fist.
The door flew open. A cup of water splashed into my face. “LEAVE!” he screamed.
I ran bawling from his classroom. He broke my heart into a million pieces.
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Our last day of camp was Saturday. The university threw us a goodbye banquet. They included students from all years. Embarrassingly, I won all three awards for the first year class.
When I returned to my dorm room for my last night, there was a letter on my bed. It was from Mr. Scary.
Alora,
I wanted to inform you that you have two families who
wish to foster you. I do not wish to influence you
in any way, but I want you to consider your
best option. The first family is the Sanibels. They
are sorry for kicking you out and wish for your return. I want
you to remember they did kick you out.
They are a fine family, I suppose, but
they probably will never adopt you.
The second family is the Petersons.
They want to adopt you, if that is what you
want. I would imagine you would find
a nice home with them.
Please let us know your decision when
you arrive back to Utah. I will
be at the airport to pick you up.
Mr. Cox
Suddenly I felt bad for calling Mr. Cox Mr. Scary for so long. It was because of him I made it to camp. He really was advocating for me. I decided I would start calling him Mr. Cox.