justprompts Eleanor Roosevelt Quote
Do one thing every day that scares you. -Eleanor Roosevelt
Her name was Swati Rangarajan.
Molly wasn't that great at meeting new people. At her school in New York it had taken her a couple weeks to finally talk to some of her fellow classmates, and that was only when she let herself be drawn into their conversations. School in Madras had been harder; there were a lot of questions about her relation to Mrs. Suresh and why she was living in India rather than the United States.
But she had to do it now. So when she saw the girl from her dreams in the coat room, Molly gathered her courage and walked over. They exchanged greetings and introductions, and Swati startled Molly by admitting she had been expecting her; the "dream boy" had hinted she would be coming.
Molly didn't know whether to thank Soccer Ball Boy for making this easier, or to smack him for not revealing that hers weren't the only dreams he'd been visiting.
After a little bit of small talk, Molly finally bit the proverbial bullet and asked Swati what her ability was. "Having an ability isn't a bad thing," Molly said when Swati denied having one. "You can use it to make a difference, to help people. I have."
"You have a power?" Swati looked at Molly in surprise.
She nodded. "I can find people, just by thinking about them." To prove it, Molly closed her eyes and sought out Swati's father, locating Mr. Rangarajan at his office downtown and correctly coming up with the name of the company he worked for. "So, what's your ability?"
"I...can go places. By opening doors," Swati answered. She walked over to the door of the closet that was in the coat room, waited a couple seconds and then opened it.
Instead of the inside of the closet, Molly found herself looking at the courtyard outside where the students took recess every afternoon.
"Wow."
Her name was Swati Rangarajan.
Molly wasn't that great at meeting new people. At her school in New York it had taken her a couple weeks to finally talk to some of her fellow classmates, and that was only when she let herself be drawn into their conversations. School in Madras had been harder; there were a lot of questions about her relation to Mrs. Suresh and why she was living in India rather than the United States.
But she had to do it now. So when she saw the girl from her dreams in the coat room, Molly gathered her courage and walked over. They exchanged greetings and introductions, and Swati startled Molly by admitting she had been expecting her; the "dream boy" had hinted she would be coming.
Molly didn't know whether to thank Soccer Ball Boy for making this easier, or to smack him for not revealing that hers weren't the only dreams he'd been visiting.
After a little bit of small talk, Molly finally bit the proverbial bullet and asked Swati what her ability was. "Having an ability isn't a bad thing," Molly said when Swati denied having one. "You can use it to make a difference, to help people. I have."
"You have a power?" Swati looked at Molly in surprise.
She nodded. "I can find people, just by thinking about them." To prove it, Molly closed her eyes and sought out Swati's father, locating Mr. Rangarajan at his office downtown and correctly coming up with the name of the company he worked for. "So, what's your ability?"
"I...can go places. By opening doors," Swati answered. She walked over to the door of the closet that was in the coat room, waited a couple seconds and then opened it.
Instead of the inside of the closet, Molly found herself looking at the courtyard outside where the students took recess every afternoon.
"Wow."