4

The rest of the day passed by uneventfully, at around 1 o’clock Travis was eagerly awaiting the ringing of the school bell, sitting in Chemistry class. He has already dozed off once and was having trouble paying any attention to the teacher. He was doing anything to keep himself awake and he started to look around the classroom. He was sitting near the middle of the class in between two other students. There were students sitting behind him and in front of him. Two of the students sitting in front of him caught his eye.

A sandy-haired boy with a piercing on the top of his ear held the hand of the girl beside him as the girl giggled uncontrollably. The girl had skin as white as snow, with hair darker than charcoal. The two students had their bags propped up in front of them and the teacher didn’t seem to notice the flirting going on right in front of her and continued to teach the lesson.
Travis couldn’t see the hands of the two students in front of them but he assumed the boy was tickling the girl’s hand by the way she was laughing.

Just then, the boy shifted his weight so Travis could see their intertwined hands. The boys hand lay underneath the girls and they were both motionless. However, the girl started giggling again. Travis was puzzled, why was this girl giggling for no reason? The boy wasn’t moving, so she wasn’t being tickled.

Then, he saw what it was that made her laugh. Dancing across the boys fingertips was a tiny blue spark, almost invisible except to those close enough to see. Travis understood why the girl was laughing, but not how the spark was being created. He continued to stare in awe as the boy shocked the girl ever so slightly over and over again.

‘Travis, is it? Do you know the answer?’ the teacher barked.

‘Uhhh no, sorry miss I don’t’ Travis stuttered. The teacher looked around and sighed,

‘How about you, Sarah?’ she asked the girl who was giggling not moments before.

’16.’ Sarah said without hesitation.

‘Good, correct’ the teacher continued on with her lesson. Travis looked back at the pair seated in front of him, but they were no longer holding hands, they were paying attention to the teacher, or so it seemed. Travis shook his head and rubbed his eyes in disbelief. The other students sat there, completely oblivious to what had just happened in front of them. The bell rung and the teacher assigned the students their homework to complete for the following day.

Travis continued to watch the girl Sarah and her friend, but nothing out of the ordinary happened. The two of them left the classroom together as Travis watched. When Sarah moved her head, her ponytail moved back and forth like a pendulum. The hair wasn’t what interested Travis, but concealed underneath her ponytail on the back of her neck, as small as a dime was a marking, identical to that of Parker, himself and either Lindsay or Steph, in the shape of an S.