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here is the continuation to the first entry. i want, no demand, immediat feedback. (yes, i know that it is cheesy)
5. I stopped outside his door. I sighed, gathered my courage, and knocked on the door. He didn’t answer, and I knew that he wanted me to come in. I sighed again, and opened the door. He looked so sad. I felt horrible. Then I heard what he was thinking, and I didn’t feel so bad. “Connor,” I said, “I need to talk to you.” This wasn’t going to be easy. “About what, you reading my mind? Forget it.” “Please Connor,” I begged. “No.” “Well, I’m not going any where.” I sat down stubbornly on the end of his bed. I sat there for what seemed like forever, never taking my eyes off of him. He lay there, for the same amount of time, staring intently at my face. He was contemplating away, trying to decide weather or not to let me talk. I wished he would, but I did not disturb him. He was going to have to make this decision on his own. I was determined not to influence him. So I sat there for an immeasurable amount of time, not saying a word. He sat up, and finally allowed me to talk. Of course he didn’t say that, but he was thinking it. “Alright, I can’t stand to see you looking like that! Just say whatever you need to!” he didn’t want to hear anything, so I decided not to tell him. He was just going to have to suffer on his own when I left. “There is nothing to tell,” I replied, sounding sad and tired. I hated lying to him. “Then what was the whole show for?” he sounded slightly angry. “You don’t want to hear it anyway. I’m going home.” I stood up and left, ignoring his attempts to keep me. He was just going to have to suffer.
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What did I do this time? All I do was ask her to talk, and she gets offended. This girl needs help. I was torn, and perhaps she sensed that. The angel side of me said to try to keep her here, while the devil side said to let her go and good riddance! Life would be better with out her anyway! I didn’t really believe that. Of course I loved her. But there is something seriously wrong with her. How did she know what I was thinking when I hardly knew myself? I sat and contemplated some more, and came to a conclusion. She was a mind reader. But this is the real world! Such things don’t exist! It made more sense to say that she came from Mars! I decided to play along with her little charade. Standing up, I walked down the hall to the study. I stared at the book shelves until I found what I was looking for. A Dummies Guide to Mind Reading. I gave this book to Gloria many years ago, and she didn’t think it was funny, so I kept it. I didn’t expect to ever use it. I sat down, and opened to book. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, so I started skimming. The word Magi comes from the word magician, which the Spanish natives called the people with superhuman abilities. There are few records on this race, and all are from Mexico. That explained why Gloria was Hispanic. She had to be descendant from these Magi’s. I wanted to know more, so I flipped to the back of the book. A Magi’s abilities differ depending on the person. No two people have the same gift, or blessing. Records show that one girl was blessed with mind reading, while another girl was blessed with seeing the future. There is a record of a royal line of Magi’s. Their princess, Gloria, was said to have been blessed with every talent and gift imaginable. Not much was known about the royal line; accept that the name Gloria has been passed on from generation to generation, and princess to princess. The line is likely to exist even today. I skimmed back a little more, and found some more interesting information. The Magi race is a feminist community. They originally had ‘normal’ beliefs, but that changed when the first Princess Gloria was blessed with every talent imaginable. From then on, she became the ‘mascot’ of the Magi’s and that race turned to feminism. That was what I wanted to know (accept for the last bit of information. I just thought that it was interesting). Now I was convinced that Gloria was a Magi, and that she is a modern day Princess of this strange race. I wondered if there was a family tree, so I skimmed through again. I didn’t find any, so I turned to the internet. There was a website by the author, and I wanted to check it out. I walked back into my room, and to the computer. I sat down and waited for it to turn on. Once it was on, I pulled up the internet, and ignored the voice telling me I had mail. I typed in the address. www.mindreading.com/familytree The screen that popped up was not what I was expecting. I checked the address to make sure it was right, and it was.
mellerbell · Sat Jan 10, 2009 @ 12:44am · 0 Comments |
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