what was called the first sight. It meant you were soul mates. There were imprints, powers, and spells once you found your soul mate.
The Bakers were Manifesters.
They weren’t the only Manifesters, though. There were hundreds across the globe and keeping their species a secret was imperative. They weren’t crazy about going through regular life as humans because they weren’t able to display any powers. It was like having an itch that you really wanted to scratch but you couldn’t. Their powers were things that only humans could ever dream of, though unbeknownst to them, it was a reality. Hence, they were Manifesters.
The first sight had abruptly stopped after his Mom and Dad had their first sight. Nobody knew why it stopped. It had been nearly twenty years, and it was causing quite a ruckus in the entire family. People wanted answers, but nobody could provide those answers. Yet the burden of bringing it all back had been placed squarely on Dean’s shoulders.
How in the world was he supposed to do that anyway? He couldn’t force it on some innocent girl. It had to be real. He’d seen pretty girls before and thought it could happen, but it always turned out to be a fluke. Ultimately, Dean realized that it was never going to come back. The power was extinct.
“ Green? No.”
Dean swiveled around at the voice, expecting to see somebody. But, he was alone in his room.
“ I can’t believe she is making me go to this thing.”
“Hello?” Dean felt silly calling out to nobody.
“ I look awful. Nothing in my closet works for me.”
Dean’s heart ached at her insecurity. He clutched his chest, suddenly wanting to comfort her. But, he didn’t know her. He couldn’t even see her.
He remembered learning from his history that soul mates could hear each other’s thoughts. It was just one of the advantages you had once you found your soul mate.
Was this girl his soul mate?
He smiled and sat on his bed, holding his chest. For some reason, he dared to believe that things could change for him and the Baker family.
2
Lola adjusted her outfit and her long, brown hair as she walked toward the beach. After searching through her tiny closet, she finally found a decent blue dress with a lace neckline and a bow around the waist. She paired her outfit with black flats and a simple costume ring. Her hair was down in long curls and she wore minimal makeup. Surely it had to be acceptable for a beach party.
Yet, when she came upon the party, she saw most of the girls wore heavy makeup and revealing outfits. They looked disgusting as they grinded against drunk boys and flirted ridiculously with some who were barely paying attention. No one looked at her, though. That was good. She didn’t want to be the center of attention.
There was a big bonfire in the middle of the sand that illuminated the activities along with the glossy moon filling the night sky. A few coolers were buried in the sand with beer cans and bottles sticking out from the ice. In other coolers, there were many soda cans and water bottles for those who didn’t have the courage to get drunk tonight. She grabbed a soda from the cooler quickly. She didn’t like drinking. When she went to her first party with Jessica sophomore year, she tried a beer and automatically threw up. It tasted too funky for her pallet.
“Lulu,” slurred a deep