know.”
There were hundreds of them. Most of them belonged to comic-book characters, but an actual scientist mentioned a number of others. Those were the ones she focused on.
“If you flip back to the first page, you’ll notice I placed asterisks by the ones I already have.”
“Telekinesis?” Angie glanced at her. “So you can move objects with your mind.”
“Well,” Lexi pushed her toe into the carpet, “not exactly. I can stop objects from falling and lower them to the ground.”
“Oh, so did you find any other helpful information?”
Lexi shook her head. “But I was going to probe Irene when she came home from work. I’m sure she has to know why I’m changing.”
The front door opened and Irene shouted from downstairs, “I’m home.”
“Ang, do you mind leaving?” Lexi whispered. “I haven’t told Irene, you know, what I can do.”
“Sure,” Angie said, rushing out of the room.
A few minutes later, Irene entered her bedroom, yawning. She lifted her glasses and rubbed her eyes. “You wanted to discuss something with me.”
“Yes I did.” Lexi stared at the wood door frame and debated what to say. There was no easy way to tell Irene what she’d been going through. She just had to spit it out. “Take a look for yourself.” She flipped on a lamp and lifted her head so Irene had a clear view of her.
“What happened to you?” Irene rushed to Lexi and touched her cheek.
“That’s not all,” Lexi pushed Irene’s hand away. “I can levitate now.”
Irene stuttered, “A-and y-you went to school looking like that? Did anyone notice you changed?”
“Relax.” Lexi squeezed Irene’s hand. “Everyone thought I changed over the summer.”
“Oh, what a relief.” Irene collapsed onto Lexi’s bed. “But you should’ve stayed at home instead of going to school.”
Well that had been the original plan before the guy broke into their house, but she should wait and mention it to Irene after she had a chance to probe her. She sucked in a deep breath and slowly let it out before asking, “So why am I transforming? Did Mom and Dad ever drop me in nuclear waste or let a scientist perform tests on me?”
Irene laughed. “Your imagination never ceases to amaze me and I’m positive you didn’t fall into nuclear waste or been tested on by a scientist.”
Okay, that left one other option she could think of asking. “So, was my mom abducted by an alien and impregnated?”
“Absolutely not,” Irene said curtly.
“Then why am I changing?”
Irene hesitated and stared at the picture of her parents on the night stand. “I guess it’s time I told you the truth. Give me a second.”
Irene stood and walked out of the room. Within a few minutes she returned carrying a leather bag with intricate designs etched into the hide like something Lexi had seen in her world-history class. Irene poured the bag contents onto the bed. “This was your birth mother’s belongings,” Irene said.
“My birth mother?” Lexi sat down on the bed and rummaged through the bag contents. She pushed aside a gold-plated brush and noticed a picture of a couple with pale complexions underneath. They both had the same strange green eyes like hers. The man’s black hair was thick and cut short. He had long eyelashes and a smile that lit up his face, identical to hers. The woman’s hair was the same auburn color as hers. “I don’t understand.”
“You were adopted. Cheryl and Brian weren’t your biological parents. The people in the picture were your birth parents.”
Lexi stared at the picture of the couple. There was no way they could be her parents. “I don’t believe you. I saw my birth certificate. It said my parents were Cheryl and Brian.”
“I know, sweetie.” Irene took her hands. “I forged it to hide you were adopted.”
“You lied to me all this time.” Lexi jerked her hands from Irene’s. “How could you lie to me?”
“I wasn’t lying to you. I was trying to protect you.”