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said.
    Stacey sighed. I noticed the makeup on her face was fading and she kept twisting her feet, showing she was uncomfortable in her high.
    “Please, go take a nap. You look tired,” I suggested.
    “Yeah, I need to. See you later,” she replied, and gently walked out of the room.
     
    Lisa and I were actually conversing without seeing each other and using the gift of tongue. It was so strange, but later on I researched and found out it‘s called Telepathy – still another gift. Ironically, it only worked with Lisa. We had more in common than I’d imagined; this fact made me long for her even more.
    I was determined to learn more about the symptoms I'd acquired. I entered my closet and looked at the mirror, examining my pale face; the light of the florescent tube above the mirror added to the paleness.
    “How did I freeze that table?” I said.
    My eyes scrolled down to my palms. They looked scanty. I could hardly see the lines on them. This made me scared for a long minute as I stood in front of the mirror. I washed my hands repeatedly, hoping to make the lines visible but all to no avail. After spending some minutes in the closet, I noticed there was no point in looking at the mirror for answers, and so I left the room. I went down to the kitchen to make a cup of tea and as I filled the cup to the brim, something popped into my mind. Maybe I can turn this into ice , I thought. I looked at the teacup, thinking of what could trigger the symptom.
    “Freeze,” I said, but nothing happened. “Turn to ice.” Nothing happened. Argh!!!  
    My hands gripped the tea cup in defeat. But as I took a sip, the boiling tea began to freeze. The cup slipped from my fingers and shattered on the floor.
    “No worries. It's nothing,” I yelled, hoping Stacey won't come downstairs. My eyes were fixed to the doorway of the kitchen waiting for her arrival. Luckily she didn't surface.
    I cleaned up the mess and continued with my experiment in the bedroom. I practiced so many things to understand the ice I was able to create. I placed my fingers opposite each other while thinking of a snowball and slowly ice flakes began emerging from my bare hands. The exact picture of the snowball I had drawn in my my  subconscious appeared in-between my fingers. It was like some sort of force field was created in between my palms, and the snowball was suspended inside the field. I smiled each time my thoughts came to life.
    Also, I noticed I could create water from my bare hands, but that was a much difficult task. I stretched my left hand toward the sink in the bathroom and mentally commanded it to release water. It did, but only few drops dripped on the sink. I scowled and gave up with the practices, maybe another time.
    A few weeks ago, I was a normal teenager who had spent his seventeen years living as a human being with no supernatural powers. Now, I could produce ice from my bare hands and read the minds of individuals. What a change!!! Why was it when I touched Lisa all these began? I kept on asking myself, but no answer came forth.

    Chapter Four
    The Strange Connection
     
    Later that night, I was reading for a Mechanics106 assignment in the study. The room didn’t have a door; its entrance was concealed by one of the walls in my room. Stacey had to teach me the routine I needed to create a secret passage to the room. It seemed like Dexter’s lab, but without the shelves of books. 
    I did all my heavy reading and ice practices there. Only on few occasions I read on the desk in my room, which was more of a relaxing spot.
    “ This isn't right. It's meant to be like this ,” a voice said in my head.
    “ What's the problem? ”
    “ Is this for real? You must be kidding me! How's it possible that I can hear your voice ?” she asked telepathically.
    “ I think it's called telepathy, or at least Wikipedia says so, ” I answered.
    “ I know what it’s called, but why me? And also why do I keep hearing other people’s thoughts?