we’re both so skilled there isn’t much moving. More like brooding, at least on her part. But I’m okay with this game lasting all night. It’s giving me ample opportunity to stare at her big green eyes; I swear her healing power works just by looking at her.
She makes me feel like anything is possible.
I want her to believe that anything is.
“This book is fascinating,” Junie says. She holds up the psychic book again, trying to conjure up something, like a conversation, but no one takes the bait. We’re all nervous wrecks right now as we wait on Charles.
“Are you perfecting your natural talent ?” Colton asks, stifling a yawn.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I am. I think this whole aura thing is real. Like, more than just Lucy and Lukas. This book says we all have them. It’s just that some people’s auras are more alive than others.”
“I bet I know your aura,” Colton retorts. “Annoying sister.”
“Ha ha. More like annoying brother.”
“Give her a break, Colton, at least this is something to talk about besides, you know, the topic we’re all avoiding,” Basil says, glancing at Lucy and me. “Like what the heck the plan here is?”
“What? Don’t look at me like that,” Lucy snaps. “I’m not the leader. I just wanted to come to my house, okay, and hang out. Regroup. Which is what I’m doing. I didn’t ask to have some fancy healing aura.”
“Okay, okay. Point taken. Lucy is not the leader,” Colton says, waving his hands in front of him, as if warding off Lucy’s spirit. “What aura’s do the rest of us have then, Junie?” Smiling widely, he embellishes his voice, “I ask as your ever genteel brother, requesting forgiveness for my bold and unreciprocated attempt at humor.”
He exaggerates his words, and it works like a charm. The room is full of smirks; it’s hard to avoid them with Colton running the show. He has a knack for smoothing things over, for making people comfortable. I wish I were more like him.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I will tell you,” Junie says, sitting up straighter now that the room has been forced to take her seriously. “Not everyone can read auras, but I honestly think I can. Like, I see things sometimes, or at least feel them. Does that sound weird?” She bites her lips and looks around the room, as though wondering if someone’s going to disagree.
“I think you can, Junie,” Lucy says, surprising everyone. She’s been in such a sour mood.
“Really?” Junie says.
“Well, remember that time I shook your hand? And you told me you always have static electricity when you touch people? I think it’s more than that.” She speaks matter of fact; all the while staring at the chessboard, like joining in the conversation fully would mean she’s invested.
“You do shock people, Junie,” Duke says, laughing. “I mean with that hoop through your nose and your tattoos, your shock value is pretty high.
“Shut up,” she says, but then leans over and kisses his lips. I turn to look away, not used to seeing public affection and secretly wishing I could do that too: Lean over right now and kiss Lucy.
“Back to the book, what do you need to do?” I ask, wanting to know if there’s truth in what Lucy and Junie suggest. If another part of the prophecy is in this room. In Junie.
“Okay, so everybody hold your hands out in front of you and focus on them. Then tell me if you see a color.” Junie demonstrates with her own hand. “I mean, not you and Lucy,” she says to me. “Your auras are like super alive and charged.”
Everyone follows her lead and I watch in wonder. Is this really possible, for each of us to have an aura that means something?
“Does anyone see any color?” Junie asks, but everyone mutters a no. Timid and Hana have wandered out of their rooms and are now sitting on the floor below the couch, sleepily watching us.
“Let me try and read you then. Okay, who’s first?”
Basil jumps up and stands before
She makes me feel like anything is possible.
I want her to believe that anything is.
“This book is fascinating,” Junie says. She holds up the psychic book again, trying to conjure up something, like a conversation, but no one takes the bait. We’re all nervous wrecks right now as we wait on Charles.
“Are you perfecting your natural talent ?” Colton asks, stifling a yawn.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I am. I think this whole aura thing is real. Like, more than just Lucy and Lukas. This book says we all have them. It’s just that some people’s auras are more alive than others.”
“I bet I know your aura,” Colton retorts. “Annoying sister.”
“Ha ha. More like annoying brother.”
“Give her a break, Colton, at least this is something to talk about besides, you know, the topic we’re all avoiding,” Basil says, glancing at Lucy and me. “Like what the heck the plan here is?”
“What? Don’t look at me like that,” Lucy snaps. “I’m not the leader. I just wanted to come to my house, okay, and hang out. Regroup. Which is what I’m doing. I didn’t ask to have some fancy healing aura.”
“Okay, okay. Point taken. Lucy is not the leader,” Colton says, waving his hands in front of him, as if warding off Lucy’s spirit. “What aura’s do the rest of us have then, Junie?” Smiling widely, he embellishes his voice, “I ask as your ever genteel brother, requesting forgiveness for my bold and unreciprocated attempt at humor.”
He exaggerates his words, and it works like a charm. The room is full of smirks; it’s hard to avoid them with Colton running the show. He has a knack for smoothing things over, for making people comfortable. I wish I were more like him.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I will tell you,” Junie says, sitting up straighter now that the room has been forced to take her seriously. “Not everyone can read auras, but I honestly think I can. Like, I see things sometimes, or at least feel them. Does that sound weird?” She bites her lips and looks around the room, as though wondering if someone’s going to disagree.
“I think you can, Junie,” Lucy says, surprising everyone. She’s been in such a sour mood.
“Really?” Junie says.
“Well, remember that time I shook your hand? And you told me you always have static electricity when you touch people? I think it’s more than that.” She speaks matter of fact; all the while staring at the chessboard, like joining in the conversation fully would mean she’s invested.
“You do shock people, Junie,” Duke says, laughing. “I mean with that hoop through your nose and your tattoos, your shock value is pretty high.
“Shut up,” she says, but then leans over and kisses his lips. I turn to look away, not used to seeing public affection and secretly wishing I could do that too: Lean over right now and kiss Lucy.
“Back to the book, what do you need to do?” I ask, wanting to know if there’s truth in what Lucy and Junie suggest. If another part of the prophecy is in this room. In Junie.
“Okay, so everybody hold your hands out in front of you and focus on them. Then tell me if you see a color.” Junie demonstrates with her own hand. “I mean, not you and Lucy,” she says to me. “Your auras are like super alive and charged.”
Everyone follows her lead and I watch in wonder. Is this really possible, for each of us to have an aura that means something?
“Does anyone see any color?” Junie asks, but everyone mutters a no. Timid and Hana have wandered out of their rooms and are now sitting on the floor below the couch, sleepily watching us.
“Let me try and read you then. Okay, who’s first?”
Basil jumps up and stands before
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