Stephen opened his eyes and then looked. This girl was decked out in a pink and green striped shirt, brown shorts, and blue socks! She had auburn hair and hazel eyes. Her bike was all pink.
“I’ve heard about you. The music and the ideas. I’ve had similar experiences, as have others.”
Stephen smirked. He had had doubts about his own experiences, but now this? Stephen never thought it would come to anything. Too strange, too “out there” for the average person.
Katie looked at Stephen very sternly.
“Stephen, there are people who are very interested in your visions. The want to hear them, see them. analze them, predict them.”
“Predict them? What do you mean, predict them?”
“Well, we’re getting ahead of ourselves. First we need to go to the center.”
“The center for what?”
“The Supernatural Contact and Processing Center.”
So, does this mean I’m psychic or something?”
“It means you have a gift, that most people do not understand, perhaps even yourself. These people are here to help. Are you willing to give them a try?”
Stephen hesitated for a second, then smiled. “I’ve got nothimg to lose!”
Stumbling along the sidewalk 