My THEME for the A to Z challenge 2017 is an ongoing speculative fiction story featuring telepathy.
Each letter post is titled and inspired by a commonly misused word or phrase.
The story started with All Intents and Purposes.
I write the essay question at the top of the page. What are the top five skills you want to have and why?
If I knew for sure that no one would read this, what would write? That I want the mind power of persuasion, for one. I could convince the HSMTF, if they came, that I’m not someone they seek. And I’d like the power to read a memento. Right now, I can only see memories while people are thinking them. But some of my kind can hold certain objects and know who associates what memories with those items. Another reason that I think my people should be welcome with open arms because skills like that would be so useful in solving crimes. And I’d like the dream powers my grandmother had.
This is getting me nowhere. I have to write about skills that a normal ninth grader would want. Digging in my bag, I pull out my hand sanitizer. The smell of strawberry scones masking germ-killing alcohol fills the air. For some reason, I find it easier to think when my hands are clean.
I want the skill of making friends. Is that a skill? I can probably spend a paragraph justifying it as one. I want the skill of a good sketch artist. My doodles are shameful. There’s one guy, Manny, who did a sketch on his locker. It looks like a monster ripped the locker open and is eating his homework. When you look right at it, the sketch looks so real. The janitor didn’t even clean it off, it’s that good.
I drum my fingers on the table. What other skills do I want to learn, or at least can make seem plausible for this essay? Coding. Yeah, everyone knows who the best hackers and coders are in school. I can probably connect that to the paragraph on making friends.
Okay. Two more skills. I wonder if household skills would count? I mean, my dad knows how to make the water heater work again when it stops. Mom knows how to fix the garbage disposal. I’m going to use this one because I can think of a lot of examples of stuff they just seem to know how to do that I have no idea where they learned the knowledge. It’s probably all YouTube. But I only have twenty minutes left if I want to get this essay done before my next class.
Last one. I wish I could drive. That’s a skill I can’t legally have until I’m of age, but it is a skill and one I really want. I finish and turn in the essay with two minutes to spare. The librarian reads it over.
“Do you feel this is a fair trade for the two dollar fine you owe?”
“Yes,” I try not to make my reply sound like a question, but I don’t know what answer is right.
“I agree. Here’s your book. Please return it on time or get it renewed before it’s late.”