“I’m tired having to stay hidden. I want to show what I really do.” Jerome was young, kind of backwards in a way. He developed such a control of his powers before the actual power came that he was bored.

“No one is making you hide. There are no laws saying that you can’t. As long as we’re quiet the feds don’t mind.” Trying to keep hold of a gifted young man was quite difficult for me. I wasn’t his mother why should he respect what I say.

“Why can’t I use it in school then? To help with tests?”

“I said you COULD, but would that make it right?”

“It would only feel wrong because I’m not allowed to do it at all right now. If I could it wouldn’t be bad it would be normal. Why should we be hiding; maybe it’s time we don’t.” He pushed the table away and started for the door.

“Know this though,” I called out to him, “Just because you don’t use it, doesn’t mean you’re hiding it.” As he left I could see him shaking his head, there was nothing I could do to stop him now.

A revolution was on, and I was dead.