Part 3

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Once again I'll apologize for the slow beginning, I just wanted to get the good parts faster.

I lay awake that night wondering what I should do. I had stayed up until 1:00 am discussing it with my parents. School started tomorrow and I had just made it into high school. Most of my friends had gone to a different high because they all lived outside the binderies.

Professor Mason explained that they took new recruits the first week of September so I still had one day to sign up for the academy.

"I think my mother may have gone to the I.M.T.Y,” said my dad. "She never really talked about it, but my dad mentioned going up to the 'academy' to visit her when she was in high school."

My mom looked worried "but we'd have to send her to D.C, that's awfully far."

My dad put a comforting hand on her wrist, "but if his story is true, and I believe it is, the academy is where she'll be safest."

"But how can we be sure it is true?" I said raising my voice and startling my parents. I was seriously surprised at how readily they believed in the story.

"You saw it with your own eyes," said dad.

The demonstration seemed like years ago and I had started to doubt my own memory. "There were times when I was a kid, times I fooled myself into believing they were just tricks. I think my mother had the gift of fire."

There was a short silence "Jessie, as much as I don't want to send you away I think it's what's best for you. But it's up to you."

I looked to my mom, but she said nothing and gave me a look like 'well, don't ask me, I don't know about this crazy magic stuff.' I fell forward onto the table,

"But I don't want to go."

My dad had then told me I didn't have to and we had gone to bed. My bedroom was right across the hall from my parents and I heard them talking as I lay awake.

"She's made her decision, Dan." That was my mom.

"But she doesn't know what she's doing" my dad said that.

"Jessie's fifteen, she can make her own decisions."

"For little things maybe, but this would change her life. Having powers and not using them, what's the use?"

"If she doesn't want them then I won't be the one to force her."

My dad didn't answer. I was on my mom's side all the way. I could make my own decisions. But something a famous rugby coach had once said nagged at me.

No regrets, leave it all out on the field. Do all that you can. Be able to say, "There's nothing more I could have done."

If I missed this opportunity to use my talent, whatever that was, then I would regret it for the rest of my life. I sat up in bed. My clock told me it was nearly three in the morning. I got out of my bed and walked to my parents' room. I felt like I was in a dream as I shook my dad awake.

"Is anything wrong?"

"No, I'm gunna... I've decided to go to the academy."