Chapter I- Sam's Accident

"Henry, Sam's here!" yelled my mom up the steps.

I opened my eyes and glanced at my digital clock. It was seven o'clock in the morning. I rolled my eyes and jumped out of bed. I stared at myself in the mirror for a minute or two, thinking of how I could fix my sandy blond hair for school today. I dressed in a white dress shirt and ripped jeans. I had a weird fashion sense like that.

A knock came on the door, and I yelled, "Enter!"

Sam came into my bedroom. Sam Perry was my best friend in the whole wide world. She was only five feet tall, and had tan skin and flowing black hair. Sam was beautiful as hell. That's because she was half-Spanish, one quarter-Russian, and one-quarter American. Her mom was Spanish, her dad's mom was Russian, and her dad's dad was born and raised in the US of A.

"Hey, Sammie," I said.

"What the hell are you wearing?" she asked me, laughing.

I looked down at my outfit and shrugged. "I have no idea. I like it though. Do you?"

"Uh, sure. I'm guessing you just got up?" Sam sat down on my bed.

"Yup. What gave you the first clue?"

"Your hair. Does it always look like that in the morning?"

"Mm-hm."

"Here." Sam handed me a sparkly purple brush from her black leather purse. I started brushing my hair, styling it in the same manner as usual.

"How do you manage to get your hair like that every day?" asked Sam.

"I don't know. I guess my hair is just used to styling like this." I handed Sam her brush and grabbed my backpack. I slung it over my shoulder and clapped my hands. "Let's go to school. Did you drive here or walk?"

"I walked in the snow. Yes," said Sam sarcastically. She stood up and hit my arm with the back of her hand. "I drove, idiot."

Sam left my room, and I followed her down. Mom stopped me at the end of the stairwell. She had red hair, wore glasses, and was only about two inches shorter than me. She kissed my cheek. "Be careful in that snow, Samantha."

"I will, Missus Kiley," said Sam.

We went outside and I looked at the car parked in the snowy driveway. Sitting there was a new blue BMW M5. I immediately went up to it and pressed my face against the window. "Oh my god! It's new! I love it!"

"Yeah. My grandpa bought it for me the other day. He was just like, 'here's your new BMW M5' and handed me the keys. I thought he was joking, but he wasn't," explained Sam. She got into the driver seat and started the car while I buckled my seat belt. She buckled hers and pulled out of the driveway.

We went to school in the next town over, because our small town didn't have a school of it's own. Therefore, school was an hour away, across a portion of the highway.

Sam was the best driver out of anyone that I had ever met. She knew it too, and she wasn't going to wreck her amazing new car. Ever. She'd only had one car before, but that car was an ugly brown Dodge Shadow and soon broke down. But now Sam had a BMW, and she wasn't going to give it up that easily.

Sam tapped on the steering wheel to the Lady Gaga song that had just come on the radio. She started singing along.

I looked at the road and also sang along. We didn't see the sudden patch of ice appear on the road.

It all happened so fast. The car slid into the next lane, and then we were staring at a huge, menacing semi truck. Sam had been knocked unconscious by hitting her head on the steering wheel. She moaned and sat back, obviously dizzy. As the semi approached, I just closed my eyes. Suddenly, I felt the car jerk itself to the side of the road. I heard the semi pass and got out of the car.

Not a scratch was visible on the full expanse of the shiny blue paint.

An hour later, I sat beside Sam's hospital bed as she woke up. She stared up at me and smiled, her lips dry. "Hey."

"Hey," I said. I was smiling too.

She swallowed. "Okay, either my car is Herbie in disguise, or one of us did something. And I know it wasn't me because I was unconscious. So what'd you do?"

"I didn't do anything," I admitted. It was true. I had just closed my eyes. I was scared out of my life. That semi was going to hit us. We were going to be killed. But then the car just jerked.

"You're lying."

I smiled bigger. "How can you tell?"

"You're thinking of how to lie to me. I can see it in your gray eyes," said Sam.

"We've been over this a million times. My eyes are blue, not gray!" It was true. We had been arguing about my eye color ever since I had met Sam when I moved to that new town in the fourth grade. Sam had always said that my eyes were gray, but I had argued that they were blue.

"Whatever, Henry." Sam laughed. "Oh my god. I was so scared. I mean, I felt the car sliding, and then I lost control of it and hit my head on the steering wheel. Then, after that, I sat back and...the car...it jerked to the side of the road. How did that happen?"

"I told you, I don't know." I didn't know. It had happened so quickly.

"Now you're telling the truth," realized Sam.

"Yes I am."

"Oh my god! Sam, are you okay?" asked my mother's voice from the doorway.

"Hi, Missus Kiley. Yeah, I'm fine. Your son here saved my life," said Sam. She looked at me when she spoke, smiling.

I shook my head. "I didn't do anything. It was God."

"Well, all that matters is that you're okay, Sam." My mother put her hand on Sam's arm, brushed it with her thumb, and then looked at me. "Henry, can I talk to you in the hallway for a moment, please?"

"Uh, yeah, Mom."

Mom and I went into the hallway. She closed the door behind us. "I need you to tell me everything that happened. Starting with the ice."

"Why?"

"Don't ask. Just tell me what happened. It's very important, Henry."

"Okay..." I was very confused at my mother's behavior. She never acted this way. She was always happy and easy-going. Not demanding like she was in that moment. I started my story. "Well, we slid on the ice, and then we were sitting in front of the semi truck. Sam had hit her head on the steering wheel and wasn't conscious. I closed my eyes and waited for the impact. Then suddenly, the car jerked onto the side of the road. I don't know what happened exactly. It just moved by itself."

My mom closed her eyes and rubbed her eyes. "Damn it. I knew this would happen. We have to leave by tonight."

"What? To where?" I asked.

"I can't tell you anything right now. All I know is that you could put people in danger if we stay in this town. We have to move tonight. I can't explain right now. Just, say goodbye to Sam and we'll go home and pack."

"How long will we be gone?" I asked, confused as hell.

"A long time," answered Mom. She opened the door for me. I stepped inside, tears starting to form in my eyes. Sam was sitting up by now. I walked over to her bedside. She saw my tears and frowned.

"What is it, Henry?" she asked.

I sighed, wiping my tears. "I have to leave Sam. I don't know why and my mom won't tell me, but I really have to go now. I have to move tonight, and I'll be gone for a long time."

"What? I don't understand."

"Yeah, neither do I," I admitted. "I'm sorry."

I hugged Sam, turned around, and left. I went into the hallway and found my mom. She stood up from her chair. We walked out of the hospital together. We got into her minivan and headed for our house. I didn't talk to my mother when we got there. I just went up to my room and started packing a suitcase. She had said that we didn't have time to get everything out, just basic essentials. My very most basic essential was the picture of my father that I kept with me at all times. He'd been murdered before I was born, but I liked to think that he watched over me.

I walked down the steps, and my mother started talking to me. "I'm sorry, Henry. I know you're mad."

"I'm not mad," I commented. "I'm beyond pissed."

All pictures hanging around the house suddenly flew off their walls. I heard multiple crashes of breaking glass and snappings of broken frames. My mom developed tears in her eyes.

"How did that happen?" I asked when I got to the bottom of the steps.

"Empathic environmental affection," she said quietly. "I meant to tell you before. Sit down."

We both sat down on the beige-carpeted steps. I looked at her, interested in what she had to say for once. Mom wiped tears from under her eyes. "When I was a little girl, I had this doll. It was just about the ugliest doll anyone had ever seen. Well, somehow, I figured out how to make the doll move by itself. I just wanted it to move and it did. Two years later, at the age of seven, I told my older sister, who was ten at the time, about my doll. My sister laughed and told me that she could move things too. She taught me how to develop my power.

"Well, when our parents found out, they were worried about us and called around to see what was going on. Somehow, we ended up living in this small grouping of buildings called the Everest Community. It was hidden in the forest so no one with powers would be found. See, there were others. Many others. My sister loved living there, but I hated it. As soon as I turned eighteen, I moved out. Callie stayed. A few months ago, I received an email from her. She now runs the Everest Community and offered me a job as the high school principal. I rejected her offer."

"You never told me you had a sister," I said quietly. "Why?"

"I wanted to protect you. If Callie knew you had powers, she would be stopping at nothing to get you into Everest," explained my mother.

"So why are you taking me there now then?"

"Everest used to destroy people. It used to consume them until they were nothing but trained soldiers. Well, when you became about the average age to start exhibiting powers, I looked up the Everest Community. Callie has changed it so much. You'd be entered into the high school, with people like you. And since the principal spot has already been filled, I'd be working as the assistant principal."

"But I have to leave everything behind. Including Sam."

Mom nodded her head. "I'm sorry, but that's the only way. I can't teach you how to control your powers alone, and it's too dangerous to bring an instructor into our home. Okay?"

"Okay. I understand," I said, though I still didn't fully understand.

"Okay. You'll learn more about your powers when we get to Everest. Now, let's take our bags out to the car," said Mom. We stood up and took our bags to the minivan. I sat in the passenger seat. Mom sat down in the driver seat and started up the car. She smiled at me. I tried to return it but failed.

We pulled out of the driveway, and eventually we left our town behind. I wiped a tear from my eye and sniffed. Everything was going to be different now.