Serenity felt the headache she’d been fighting all weekend pop in her head when she couldn’t take it anymore. And the flood gates were open. Reading minds. She was freaking reading minds.
“This is some bullshit. Who assigns highschoolers a five-thousand-page paper? Does Mr. Borgatti hate kids?” Looking at Benjamin, Serenity turned and concentrated discreetly on Penelope Snow, “My love you’ve come home to me! I love you; I love you with my heart, my soul, my entire being.” Seeing the book, she was reading and completely immersed in it, Serenity pulled out of her head.
And found it weird.
How she could channel it. Hear the loud inner chatter or make it all go mute like a radio that was still on and crackled with noise. But quiet.
Confused by it as she tried to remember if her parents
