I didn't answer, not for a long five minutes. I wasn't sure what to say. Was I supposed to tell her the truth, in front of Flynn? Or was I supposed to keep telling her that I found them in the field, that I was just looking really hard? A lie.
    "I found it a little while into the forest behind the field," I mumble, trying to sound convincing.
    "Hmmm, Okay. I guess that makes sense. Well, thanks for telling me the truth, you're the best." Delilah says, and I just know she's trying to make me feel guilty. She knows exactly where those flowers came from. Somehow she knows.
    Flynn interrupts the silence between Delilah and me around 10 minutes later. "Do you all want to play a get to know each other game?" His voice, shaky and frantic.
    "Sure, why not? We've got nothing better to do." I am the first to answer. I'm almost sure that Delilah can hear the apologies in my tone. At least I hope she does.
    "All right, I'll go first. I'm just going to ask some questions and we all can answer truthfully. What's your favorite natural setting?" Delilah proclaims, her green, plant like eyes whip between Flynn's and mine, making direct eye contact with both of us.
Flynn starts off the questions and answers, "I think mine would definitely have to be a lake. The rushing water just makes me feel so calm, same with the birds chirping and the trees swing. Also, you can get some great photography shots there!"
    "Yes definitely! But mine would have to be the forest. I mean Delilah already knows that" I giggle while looking at Delilah. She still seems mad, I feel so guilty. "Especially in the fall, the colors of the bronze and orange colors are so dreamy. The crackling leaves beneath my feet when I walk makes me feel so peaceful as if I'm floating." As I finish Flynn and I both turn our heads toward Delilah for her answer.
    "I would probably choose a mountain top. It's the closest you can get to the heavens. It feels as if you're flying with the birds, soaring above everything below. Even the climb is surreal. It's tough, but worth it. Once you get to the peak of the mountain you feel so accomplished. It's like you just won a marathon or an award." By the time Delilah finishes, Flynn and I are in astonishment. I never knew how much she loved the sky, the heavens.
    That was the last thing said before something strange started happening. Around an hour of silence after the questions, I start to hear something or someone. Voices are running in and out of my head. There are only two, but they talk a lot. One is male, he sounds young, I think I'm able to make out what he 's saying. Something like: "Say something! Come on this is so awkward! Just do it! Why was I even sent down here Ugh, how much longer? I wish I had brought some fun stuff to do, oh, and my camera." Huh, weird.
    The other voice was much calmer, yet it sounded angry. It was definitely a female voice. Also young, she didn't seem as frantic as the last voice. "Why won't she tell me the truth? Am I doing something wrong? Ethne why did you send me down here to do this? Wait, how do I even know if she's lying? Just because I have a gut feeling doesn't mean it's right. Ugh, come on Celeste!"
    How does the voice know my name? *gasp! Flynn is frantic like a butterfly just like how the male voice was frantic. Delilah and I just talked about the truth and the female voice is talking about the truth. Am I reading their minds?
How is this possible? It's not. But what if it is? I mean, I stopped pouring rain, made three flowers grow from my fingertips, and now reading minds? How? I asked myself over and over again. The same question running through my mind, yet with no answer. There is absolutely no explanation for my powers. I can't tell anyone about this! They'll think that I'm a psycho. What should I do? Maybe I should tell Delilah the truth. Ugh! I don't know what to do! If only my parents were here. They know exactly what to do. These questions and thoughts play over in my mind and I wonder if they'll ever stop.
    Still worried about my newfound powers I speak up. To get my mind off of anxiety and stress coursing through my entire body. "Hey, Flynn? Do you know anything else about the beach that you wouldn't mind sharing with me?"
    I can tell that Flynn wasn't expecting the silence to be broken anytime soon. I know it. I may or may not have read his thoughts. He was deep into a rant about, or maybe with, someone named Joel. Once he escaped his thoughts some very unplanned words escaped his mouth.
    "Oh, I, uh, I mean of course, or sure. Sure."Awkwardness laced his tone, he was definitely unsure of what he would say next. "Like I said before I was in astonishment when I first saw it. The sand, white as your hair Celeste, it glimmered with the setting sun. Oh! And the waves, blue as the sky or earlier that day, and like the purple lavender fields of Southern France." At that very moment, it started pouring rain. And when I say pouring I mean almost to the point of flooding. I thought to myself: Maybe it was because of the three teardrops that escaped my eyes and rolled down my pale cheeks. Flynn continued, "They crashed into the grains of white sand like there was no tomorrow. And when the sun would finally set, the moon would rise into the newly-formed night---"
    He was cut off by thuds of large raindrops crashing down onto the window. I was so interested and even absorbed into Flynn's story, that I was barely paying attention to the road ahead of me. We came to a stop sign on a deserted road which seemed to have a lot more rain puddles then the rest. A bright, neon blue car slid up to the cherry red stop sign, but it didn't stop. It slid and slid and slid at full speed, aiming right at us. At this point my face was drenched in tears and so was the road.
    I whipped my head back around towards the steering wheel because I heard a high-pitched screech. And there it was, I felt as if my life flashed before my eyes. The car slammed into us impacting Flynn's and my side the most. Our car started falling down a dewy hill, down, down, until we were somewhere where I couldn't tell which way was up.
    Flynn was yelling "---skyyyyyy!" He was trying to finish the story but failing. Delilah and I screamed for our lives.
     And there we were, stuck, abandoned, all over again. Only this time I had hope that the others in the car were still alive

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What has been your go to snack during this tough time?

Here's the word of the chapter!

Prowess-
(n.) extraordinary ability

This is what Celeste has discovered about herself in this chapter, that she has a prowess.