28 May 2012
Chris and I went upstairs to wash up for dinner.
"I hope you don't mind staying with us Ally. We'll try to accomidate things as best as we can to fit your needs." Chris said.
"Oh you don't have to." I said. "I'll be fine."
"Are you sure? I only want my special girl to be okay. Your safer here than at your house and we just want your stay to go smoothly." Chris said.
"Trust me. I'm fine. But what's with the training center downstairs? I don't get what I'm suppose to be doing." I said.
"We will explain more at dinner." Chris said reaching for the towel to dry his hands. "Come on downstairs. We'll answer all your questions there."
I sat down at the table on the end next to Chris. His mom had made mashed potatoes, steamed vegtables, and chicken. I was nervous about my appearence and I didn't want to look like a pig. You only have one chance to make a good first impression and I didn't want to ruin it. I put my napkin on my plate probably looking all formal and began to eat.
"So dad. Ally wanted to learn all about the training circut downstairs." Chris said.
"Well Ally. I can tell you the basics of it, but I really can't explain it until your downstairs working it." Chris's Dad said.
"That's okay." I said. "Tell me what you can."
"Downstairs as you obserbed earlier today is the training circut we've set up. The company that I work at studies and researches kids with these special powers. Now Ally, you and Chris are two of these few special people in the world. When ever my boss found out that my wife and I had had a boy with these special powers, he donated the training center downstairs. But enough about my job, let me tell you about the unit. All the equitment downstairs is suppose to help strenghen your powers and find your specialty. Now each machine does a vatiety of tasks each ment to help strenthen each skill."
I kind of blanked out on what he was saying after that since he just started babbling on. Turns out I didn't need to worry about being a pig. They all seemed to be digging in and Chris had sauce all over his face. I picked up my napkin and wipped my face. Chris seemed to get my hint and wipped his face as well. Without realizing it, I guess I started moving my food around with my fork. Chris grabbed my hand under the table sensing that I was bored and mouthed the words I'm sorry.
"Why don't you two head up to bed." Chris's mom said. "It's been a long day."
Chris kept ahold of my hand and escorted me upstairs. I was home.
The Special Ones #14 • Opuss № I