Heading west to the big city, I traveled at night and slept during the day. I tried to find quiet out of the way places. It took me a week to travel. My first sight of the city was at sunrise. I was so excited by all the traffic and the large crowds of people that I couldn't sleep that first day. I wandered from street to street looking in shop windows and staring at the people. Thankfully I had already taught myself how to block the thoughts of those around me. At one point I started to lift that block. I doubled over in pain as I was assaulted with all the noise. Grasping my head, I quickly brought the wall back up and the painful noise subsided. Residual thoughts ping ponged through my consciousness for a minute or so. When I opened my eyes three strangers were standing watch over me. I grinned shyly. "Migraine." I explained. "I just need to get home and rest." The strangers nodded their heads in agreement, gave me their best sympathetic looks and turned away.
As the sun made it's way across the sky, I realized I was hungry and that I would need to find a place to sleep. And I didn't have a clue how I was going to begin my search for my father and his group of telepaths. It's not like I would be able to find them in the phone book under telepath. I needed to figure out how to stay under the radar of the police and still be able to look for my father. I wandered a bit until I came to a sandwich shop that advertised cheap prices. I slipped in a sat down at a table in the back corner. I liked to have my back to the wall so I could watch everyone coming and going. A teenager with blue streaks in her hair came to my table and handed me a menu. "Can I get you something to drink?" She held her order pad and was poised to write down what I said. I quickly scanned the menu for the drinks selection. "Coffee, black." I told her. I liked the idea that they offered free refills on their coffee. The young waitress sashayed away and went behind the counter. I loved her hair. I had never been allowed to do anything amazing with my hair, because my mom was afraid to draw attention to us. She use to lecture me. "Anything different will cause people to notice you and that will mean they might notice your different in a way that makes them very nervous." I hadn't realized I'd been staring at the girl until she mentioned it as she placed my coffee down on the table. "Got a problem with me?"
I looked at her in confusion. "What?"
"You got a problem with my hair? You keep staring at it."
"No, I'm just wishing I could do something similar." I shook my head to get the cobwebs out. "Sorry for staring." I quickly looked down to restudy the menu even though I already knew what I wanted. I could feel my cheeks begin to turn red.
"Just do it then." She shrugged her shoulders. "What you gonna have?"
"Roast beef on rye with mayo and a bit of honey mustard, lettuce and tomato. No chips." I looked up and smiled. "Thanks." I handed her the menu and reached for my coffee. I needed the caffeine.
I watched the people who came into the deli as I ate. Everyone seemed normal enough until a boy about my age came in alone and he headed right for the table where I was sitting. I had just finished my third cup of coffee and was about to ask the waitress for more when she called out to the boy. "Um, Logan, look up." The boy looked up and stopped when He saw me. I felt like I was being scrutinized. I didn't realize how this boy was going to change my life.