"Jesse Harris - The Power - Aidan's FateUC" - читать интересную книгу автора (Harris Jesse)

McKenzie knew she had special powers. She'd known it since she was a kid. Lately, though, those powers seemed to be growing stronger and stronger. She not only dreamed, she could sense things: she could tell what others were

thinking and feel acutely the good and bad energies around her.

She rubbed her face, trying to come fully awake. Then, tucking her straight auburn hair behind her ears, she touched the crystal pendant at her neck. It was a gift from her grandmother, and because she somehow felt safer whenever she wore it, she always did. She fingered the jewel softly. Then she remembered Aidan's car exploding in her dream and shuddered.

She slipped off her long red T-shirt, tossed it on the bed, and opened her closet door. She shivered a little with the cold.

Two yellow eyes stared back at her from the top shelf.

"Aw, Blue," she said with a sigh. "Did you get shut in here again?"

Her black cat may have been old, but he hadn't lost any of his curiosity. He sneaked into her closet every chance he got. "Why didn't you wake me up?" she asked him. Blue opened his mouth and let out a mournful half meow.

She picked up the cat and dropped him gently on the bed. "You're a silly old thing," she said as she rubbed Blue where he liked it most, right behind the ears.

She was feeling better. There was nothing like getting out of bed to make a nightmare go

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away. She loved her family's old Victorian house. She always felt safe and loved here, that it was a place where nothing bad could ever happen. Her powers were accepted, even applauded, by her parents and brother. Home was a good place to be.

There was a knock at her door. "Just a sec," she called. She went back to the closet, yanked out a black turtleneck, and hastily pulled it on.

"I'm going to the market, lazybones," her mother said through the door. "You want anything?"

McKenzie opened the door and grinned sleepily. "Hi."

Her mom was wearing a forest-green blouse that beautifully set off her very short auburn hair. Like her daughter, Joanne Gold was tall, slim, and pretty.

"Hi, sweetie." Her mom smiled warmly. "I hate to tell you this, but you lost the Gold wake-up contest. You're the last one out of bed."

McKenzie yawned and idly ruffled her hair. "What's my punishment?"

"Your punishment is you can have anything you want from my upcoming shopping spree. I got a call this morningЧthe Donaldsons accepted the Felders' offer."

This was great news. Mrs. Gold was a realtor,

and the Felder house would bring her a big commission.

"Okay," McKenzie told her. "I'll take a Porsche."

"One Porsche." Her mom wrote it down on her shopping list. She turned to go, then turned back. "Keep an eye on your father while I'm gone, would you? He's creating."

McKenzie laughed and promised she would. After her mom left, she went down to the kitchen and poured a bowl of Cheerios. She heard the familiar sound of grinding metal coming from the backyard and glanced out the window.

Outside, her father, Shelby Gold, was working on an aluminum sculpture. He was trying to attach the left leg to an eight-foot-tall elephant. It was supposed to be a political sculpture, with the elephant symbolizing the Republican partyЧmuch to McKenzie's dismay, her father was a staunch Republican. She looked away. Dad! How was she supposed to have friends over with that in the backyard?

Her father ran the local hardware store. But McKenzie knew he was happiest at home, where he could be with his family and work on his projects.