Dystopian Novels: A Short Story

“Hey, are you busy with anything?” she asked in a soft-spoken voice.
“No, not really why? Is something wrong?” I asked, sounding more bothered than what I actually was.
“Do you want to play a game? I didn’t bring anything to pass the time” she commented back.
It was now seven hours into the twenty-four-hour flight and I was starting to get bored. I accepted the offer, since Kevin had fallen asleep ten minutes into the flight, and felt I would be a horrible person for saying ‘no’. Once asking what kind of game we were about to start I learned it was the classic get to know you game, which I found amusing since we have known each other forever.
“What’s your favorite color and why?” she asked, simply.
“Blue because it’s a calming color to me. And you?” I responded.

“I would have to say, red because I find it to be an intriguing color” she answered.

“Okay, my turn. What is your favorite genre of book or movie? I asked.
“For movies, I would have to say, comedies. And for books, it would be either books about crime, horror novels, and or science fiction. You?” she replied back.
“Horror or dystopian novels and rom-com movies like Bridget Jones Diary or 50 First Dates,” I said back.
“Okay, do you trust anyone with your life?” she asked, demandingly.
“Only a few certain people. My turn, what is a strange or different talent you have?” I questioned back.
“I have a strange ability….” she said pausing afterward.
“Well, what is it?” I eagerly asked.
“Telepathy…. I can read minds….” she said hesitantly.
“I highly doubt that” I responded

whimsically.
“I can prove it if you want, but you can’t be mad about what I am about to say,” she said back.
Kimberly sat back in her seat, pondering what she had said. Then turning slightly towards me and told me to face her, so she could ‘study me’ in order to ‘read my mind’. She continued to stare at me for the longest time-- studying my facial expressions, before speaking again.
“Do you remember your thoughts from earlier today? The thing you didn’t want to talk about in the car? Your biggest secrets? The thoughts you were that were going through your mind when you fell down the first time?” she declared.
“Okay, but that does not prove anything and you still have to prove it, but not out loud” I challenged.
I spoke my last words arrogantly as I gave her a pen and a notebook. She wrote down the responses to what she thought she knew about me. Once she was done writing, she handed me the yellow lined notepad with writing. I looked down, at the letter-- my eyes and mouth widened as I read the exact collaboration of my thoughts.
“How did you know any of this?” I cried.
“You were actually the easiest, of all people, to read, but don’t worry I won’t say anything” Kimberly consoled.
I sat there in shock, for the rest of the flight. There was still about fourteen hours left, and all I could do was stare out the window. By the time the sky began to darken, I observed that it was now 11:48 PM and I was the only one that was still awake. I thought it was time to doze off and sleep before I had to deal with the strenuous stress, I would have tomorrow.
Saturday, June 3rd, 2008, 10:30 AM
I was suddenly woken up, by Kevin, and being told: “wake up, we are here”. I walked off the plane and into the airport. We then proceeded to walk over to the merry go round of luggage, which is considered ‘baggage claim’. I waited for about ten minutes, just for my one bag, while everyone else had theirs already. Finally, I found it and walked with my group to the exit. I was immediately met by the world, I had only seen in pictures: Japan.