Question Gale: Chapter 1

I hope the codename isn't taken. The first part is being mirrored from the Microscenes thread. Please leave feedback on what's good and what could be better. This is my first writing project ever outside of school.

Edit: Here's a discussion link.

Just ready to crash for the night, I go through my standard reality checks. I may not be able to get lucid dreaming consistently, but I have gotten it once of twice and it is really cool when it does happen.
Finger counting? 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Nothing.
Time? Seems consistent.
Still need glasses? No change there.
Telekinesis? (I have in fact used TK in a dream.)
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As I try to move some books off my desk, which normally fails when awake, I hear a faint whistling sound. I stop to try and focus on the sound but it goes silent.
“That was weird.” The other checks failed so I figured I must have just been imagining it and fall asleep.

I get up the next morning and head for breakfast.
“Good morning, Johnny.”
That was was my mom. “Good morning,” I reply back unenthusiastically.
“Wait! Turn and look at me again.”
“What? What is it?”
“Go check yourself in the mirror and tell me what you see.”
“Ok?” This is weird. I wonder what could be so important about my reflection.
“I don’t see anything,” I yell from the bathroom.
I hear my mom sigh and she come into the bathroom with me. “Weren’t your eyes green before?”
“They were?”
“You’re so unobservant!”
Ignoring my mother’s remark, I take a look at my eyes in the mirror, and now they seem to be a light shade of blue. While blue eyes themselves are normal, these just seemed a little too bright for a normal person. That and normal people don’t have their eyes spontaneously change colour, assuming what my mom said is true, which it usually is.
“Do you know what this means?” my mom asks me.
“No. What?”
“This could mean you’re a mutant. You probably shouldn’t go out in public until we know what’s going on.”
“Ok.” I’ve heard of mutants before. Mostly as superheroes and supervilains. Does this mean that I had some sort of super power? That could be cool. This could also have something to do with that whistling last night. If only I knew what that was. Aside from that, not having to go out shopping and heading out this summer sounded great. More video game time for me!

I head upstairs to play some video games, but realized that I should probably investigate that strange whistling noise. If that’s connected with the possibly of me being a mutant, it should be reproducible. After all, that’s what science is about!
I find an old book to focus on, and try to will it to move towards me. Like before, I start hearing the whistling, but not much else seems to happen. Maybe if I just try pulling harder?
I focus on this book and the whistling starts getting louder, and amazingly, the book actually starts shaking.
I lose focus from the shaking the book makes. Was I really moving the book with my own mind? Do I really have telekinesis?
I focus again even harder. The whistling starts again and the book starts shaking, and eventually, flies off the shelf completely and lands on the floor in front of me. I did it! I brush some loose hair out of my eyes. I wonder what else I could move like this, before looking back at the bookshelf. The other books haven’t moved much, but the loose papers that had been nearby had been scattered all over the place. I guess I was so focused on the one book that I failed to notice everything else that happened. That’s not good. I should probably clean that up before my parents see what happened. I quickly clean up the mess that formed and wonder what this new power meant for me.

After cleaning up, I decide to hold off on more experimenting until finding a more controlled environment given the mess I made. I then waste most of the rest of the day playing video games.

Luckily, my parents didn’t ask many questions about my condition. I could tell they looked worried over dinner and there wasn’t much talking. I’ve heard that there’s a lot of prejudice around mutants and my parents must be concerned over what might happen if news broke out.

By the time to go to bed, there was a collective unease about the possibilities of being a mutant. The mess caused earlier was fairly minor, but what if that was just the beginning? What if my powers were even more dangerous?
I should mention at this point that lucid dreaming suddenly had much less appeal due to having real powers. That and I was too busy focusing on the dangers to really care.
Sleeping that night was fairly uncomfortable and I ended up tossing and turning more than usual. I just attributed the discomfort in my chest to anxiety over what damage I might be able to cause and how others might react.

I felt much more calm the next morning. That said, the discomfort hadn’t entirely gone away, though I figured it would eventually. A shower will probably help with that.

While washing up, I was surprised at feeling more discomfort, not less. And in the same area no less. Drying off was nearly painful. I finally take a look and gently feel around the area in question.

I spend several minutes staring in shock when my mother comes barges in.

“Is anything wrong? It’s been a while since the water shut... off,” she says while her eye’s drop to my chest.

I turn to look at her, scared.

She rushes up and pulls me into a hug, which felt weird given the circumstances. “It’s OK Johnny. We’ll get through this together.”