Marilyn Kaye
Finders Keepers
Gifted-4
CHAPTER ONE
KEN WAS TRYING TO ignore the voice in his head.
Everyone else in the room was involved in a lively debate with Madame, their teacher. His classmates were paying attention, and they actually looked interested. Even Jenna Kelley, who generally affected an expression of boredom, was getting into it.
‘What’s the big deal, Madame? OK, so maybe there are bad guys out there who want to get their hands on us. But we can take care of ourselves. We’re gifted, for crying out loud!’
‘Yes, you have gifts,’ Madame responded patiently, ‘but you don’t know how to use them properly.’
Sarah spoke softly. ‘Wouldn’t it be better if we just didn’t use them at all?’
‘And let the bad guys use them?’ Charles asked. ‘No way. We have to fight back!’
‘Couldn’t we just stay away from the bad guys?’ Emily wanted to know.
‘That’s easier said than done,’ Tracey pointed out. ‘I’m with Charles. We have to be prepared to do battle.’
Madame was getting frustrated. ‘But you can’t go to battle when you don’t know how to use your weapons!’
Ken wanted to be a part of this argument — to listen and maybe even join in. But how could he participate when some old dead guy was yelling at him?
Nobody else could hear the man — only Ken. This was his so-called gift. And he hated it.
This voice was louder than most of the voices he heard. Ken thought maybe the man was hard of hearing. His own grandfather couldn’t hear very well and he talked really loud. Ken had to yell back at him to be heard.
At least with
He ‘spoke’ to the man.
The man replied,
Ken wondered if the man could hear his silent groan. He didn’t know what else to tell him. With other voices he could be tough, even rude, ordering them to leave him alone and get out of his head. But how could he be nasty and disrespectful to an old man?
‘Ken? Ken!’
This voice was coming from outside his head. Madame spoke sharply, and to Ken’s relief her stern tone drove the dead grandfather away.
‘Are you listening, Ken? We’re talking about something important.’
‘I’m
Her stern expression softened slightly. ‘Is someone bothering you?’
‘He’s gone now,’ Ken told her.
‘Good. Then pay attention, because this concerns all of you. Surely by now you’ve all realized that there are forces in this world who present a grave threat to you. Be aware. Be alert. And never, never let anyone know what you’re capable of doing.’
From the corner of his eye, Ken saw Amanda yawn. She politely covered her mouth with her hand, but she was directly in Madame’s line of vision and the teacher saw her.
‘Am I boring you, Amanda?’ she asked, making no effort to hide the annoyance in her tone.
‘No, Madame. I just have something else on my mind. Something I need to tell the class.’
‘And I’m sure it’s something very important,’ Madame said smoothly. ‘You’ll be able share it with us later. Right now, I need your full attention. It’s very important that you all realize how your gifts could be exploited. I don’t want to frighten you, but you need to be aware of the danger. Do you understand this?’
Jenna raised her hand. ‘Amanda thinks you’re exaggerating, Madame.’
Madame frowned. ‘Jenna, I’ve told you again and again, you are
Ken knew Emily couldn’t use hearing voices as an excuse for not paying attention. She was just daydreaming. Not like an ordinary daydreamer might though. Emily’s dreams had a disturbing tendency to come true.
‘Emily!’ Madame barked. ‘Would you mind not thinking about the future and joining us in the present?’
Emily jumped. ‘Sorry, Madame.’
‘Remind the class of the potential dangers they could encounter.’
‘Why me?’ Emily asked plaintively.
‘Because, if I’m not mistaken, you were the first to encounter a real threat this year.’
Madame was rarely mistaken, and Emily knew this. Still, she looked confused. From behind her, Jenna poked her shoulder.
‘Serena Hancock, Em. Does the name ring a bell?’
Emily slumped back in her seat. ‘Oh, right. The student teacher.’
‘Would you remind the class what Serena did to you?’ Madame asked.
Emily was clearly uncomfortable, but she obeyed. ‘She hypnotized me and tried to make me tell her the winning lottery numbers for the next draw.’
‘And why did Serena choose you as her victim?’ Madame prompted her. ‘Why didn’t she threaten Jenna, for example, or Sarah?’
Emily sighed. ‘Because she knew I could see into the future.’
‘Precisely,’ Madame declared. ‘She knew what you could do, and she wanted to exploit this. Let’s move on to another example of a recent threat.’ She looked pointedly at Jenna.
The goth-girl scowled.
Madame spoke briskly. ‘I know it’s a painful memory, Jenna, but it’s important that we remember.’
Jenna gave an elaborate shrug. ‘It wasn’t
Ken caught Amanda’s eye, and they exchanged knowing looks. This was so Jenna — to act tough, like nothing could really upset her. Not even a man showing up out of nowhere and claiming to be the father who had disappeared before Jenna was even born. Not even when this man turned out to be a fraud, someone who wanted to use Jenna’s mind-reading skills to win a lot of money at poker.
‘Wait a second,’ Charles broke in. ‘What happened to Emily and what happened to Jenna just happened to
‘I disagree,’ Madame said. ‘What threatens one of us threatens all of us. I cannot stress this enough. We need to think of ourselves as a team.’
Ken hoped his own reaction to that notion didn’t show in his expression. He respected Madame and all that,
