Saving Jacob

by Liana Calabro

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My name is Annie, and I am a 12-year old girl. However, I am not at all normal. Not even in the slightest way. You see, I can read the minds of others. And although that may seem like a super awesome power to have, it does have its disadvantages. The other kids at school make fun of me for it, which causes me to be pretty unpopular. The only time people ever pay any attention to me is to either make fun of me, or read someone else's mind. And that really isn’t the kind of attention I’m seeking. It also probably doesn’t help that I’m super shy and quiet all the time. So yeah, I’m pretty much incapable of making friends. On the other hand, my home life, well, is pretty much the same. My parents are embarrassed to have me as a child, and have absolutely no idea how I have my mind-reading powers, since they are both pretty much as normal and basic as they come, at least, super power wise. There is really only one person that I feel like really appreciates me for who I am, and that’s my little brother, Jacob. Just to get to know him a little bit, Jacob is a 4-year old who loves nature, animals, and me. It’s obvious that my parents favor Jacob over me, but I don’t care. And as far as I know, Jacob has no mind reading powers, which is a relief. I mean, at least one of us could be normal.
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One day, I was coming home from school, like usual. Pretty much everything was normal. I was coming home from a long day of getting bullied, and getting used to reading people’s minds, as usual. But when I opened my front door, something didn’t seem quite right. There was no bursting happiness and hugs as soon as I opened the door, no little joyful voice telling me about his day, no feeling of liveliness throughout the house, no Jacob.

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 “Where’s Jacob?” I asked. 
“ Oh, he’s at his friend Mason's house.” Mom said. 
“What time did he leave?” I asked. 
“At about 9:30.” Mom said. It was currently 3:30 P.M. 
“ He left at 9:30!?” I yelled. 
“ Oh stop overreacting, it’s only been an hour or two, or maybe 3.” Mom said. She was clearly too wrapped up on whatever was on Facebook to check the time. 
“ Try 6.” I said.
 “ 6!? Your brother’s been gone for 6 hours”!?! She exclaimed.
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Yes”! “And knowing Jacob, he probably tried to come home himself, and Mason’s house is really far away. Now we better go out there and start searching, or else Jacob will be gone.” I yelled. Mom said nothing as she ran out the door saying some kind of prayer under her breath. I stormed out the door with tears stinging in my eyes. I was mad at my mother for forgetting about Jacob, and just sitting there looking at her stupid Facebook like there was nothing wrong, and I was mad at the world. At this point I was crying. I just wanted my little brother back.