Prologue

“Orion what did mom tell you?”
The fifteen year old girl looks sideways at her older, yet less mature brother who was trying to throw lettuce at her with his mind.  His shaggy red hair flew in front of his eyes after one particularly violent head throw and his brownish green eyes seek out his sisters face before a piece of lettuce is thrown in her face.
“Orion! Seriously what are you five? Mom said not to use your powers without her. Your know your unstable when it comes to that sort of thing.”
“Alhena your not my mom. Need I remind you.”
He snickers before tossing another piece of food this time a slice of tomato in her face. She glares before stomping over to her, she needs not to do it because she knew his thoughts from across the room and yet she still got closer.
“Listen here you O-Man. Girls don’t like boys who are idiots. So if you really think your going to get in Margie pants you might want to know something. Like not to stick it in the wrong hole. I remember the day you did that with Alyssa she broke your arm. So stop being retarded, learn something in school and leave me alone.”
“Mind reading freak.”
“Says the telepath.”
Alhena leaves the house then her violently red hair pulled back into a tight bun and her glasses hiding her pale eyes. It was a curse and a blessing at the same time her eyes and hair color, add in the fact that she knew what people were thinking all the time and you have a deadly thing. She was special, along with Orion her mothers two children both with gifts. No one in town knew and they hoped to keep it that way, because Alhena had enough trouble she didn’t fit in with many people and everyone seemed to ignore her. She makes her way down the street listening but trying not to all the same. And one though stops her in her tracks.
I know the fans need me, and mom and dad and my brothers but. Is it worth it? Would they be better off if I just fell and didn’t get up? Would they wonder why I did it? Don’t they understand the screaming girls, the odd hours, the pain I feel I think I would be better off without them. But would they be better without me? I think they would. They might never forgive me, what if something goes wrong and I don’t do it right, what if I just maybe I should keep walking. Maybe this river isn’t the place for me. I should go.

aww im reading it tephani!!!
i think its fantabulous!!!

<p><span style="color: #800000">well you know my thoughts on this.<br /> I&#160;think it's great.<br /> can't wait to read more of it...<br /> so post more soon chica please.</span></p>