Free Sage's Eyes by V.C. Andrews Page A

make a big deal about it. Naturally, there were all sorts of questions about my biological parents, but I made it clear that neither of my adoptive parents, and especially not I, knew anything specific.
    â€œI think you’re supposed to be able to find that out someday,” Kay said. “If you want to,” she added.
    â€œNot always. It’s complicated. You always have access to health records so you can know about inherited diseases, problems, but identities are often closely guarded at the request of the natural parent.”
    â€œDo you know if that was true in your case?” Kay asked.
    â€œNo.”
    â€œSo you might still find out.”
    â€œI might,” I said, but not with much enthusiasm. “I appreciate my parents adopting me and giving me a home.And I guess it bothers me that I had a mother who would give me up. If she was so uninterested in me, why should I be interested at all in her?”
    They all nodded in sympathy, but I wondered if I was able to hide just how much I really wanted to know my birth mother. For the time being, at least, that put an end to questions and talk concerning my adoption.
    Despite how silly the advice I had given Darlene for pursuing Todd Wells at lunch sounded to the rest of them, she had her hair down and wore a red sweater the following day. Between periods three and four, Todd came up to her in the hallway and started a conversation. We all watched her fall back to talk with him, everyone smiling. Later, at lunch, he was waiting for her in the cafeteria and asked her to sit with him. The four of us sat at our usual table, but all eyes were on Darlene and Todd.
    â€œIt’s like he was just waiting for her to look like you advised her to look,” Mia told me, her eyes wide with amazement. “Really, how did you figure that out? You didn’t just observe him accidentally. You knew something, right? You heard he was asking about her or something?”
    How could I explain something to them if I couldn’t explain it to myself? I realized that just as it was with my parents, my visionary powers wouldn’t endear me to my new friends. If anything, that could make them suspicious, almost fearful of me, as though I might reveal some great secret one of them possessed. Everyone has something he or she would rather not have revealed.It would drive them away, and I would be just as alone as I had been in my old school.
    â€œI don’t know,” I said, trying to make it sound as insignificant as I could. “I guess I did see him looking at her often and sensed he was interested. It was sort of in my subconscious and just came out. She looks better with her hair down, don’t you think?” I asked, trying to change the topic.
    â€œIf something like that was all it would take to get Jason Marks coming after me, I’d do it in a heartbeat,” Mia said.
    The words were out of my mouth before I had a chance to stop them. “He’s not for you. He’s too full of himself. He’d take you out once or twice and then drop you without so much as a ‘see ya later,’ ” I told her. I envisioned this exact scene with her feeling so bad about it afterward.
    Describing Jason as arrogant wasn’t a big stretch. He was on the school’s starting five varsity basketball team, and he was student government president. He strutted like a proud rooster.
    â€œHow many other girls has he done that to?” I asked quickly to support my comment. “He thinks he’s God’s gift to women.”
    â€œBut how do you know these things?” Kay pursued. “I can see where some of us might have those ideas, but you just started at this school, and I don’t recall us talking that much about him.”
    â€œI guess I’m just a good listener when it comes to hearing what’s between the lines,” I said.
    She pursed her lips and shook her head. “Maybeyou should write a psychic