This is my most recent WIP

Here's the first chapter(so far):

Chapter 1

I look down at the crumbled ball of paper in my hand. I have two options, the first to ignore it and throw it away, and the second to acknowledge it. 

I look down at the letter, the wax with the royal crest pressed on it. I carefully pulled back the wax to ensure it didn't break. 

I hear my mom hum through the wall. Ever since she found out that I could read and manipulate people’s minds, she made sure to keep her head clear. 

“Hey Mom,” I called. I can feel her thoughts, and how she doesn't want to stop cleaning but does and and comes into my room. 

“Yes, Evadne?” She asks. Her piercing green eyes, the ones she gave me, look at me. Her short brown hair has gray roots, and I know she’s worried that someone is going to notice. 

“Is it the year of the Elite?” I ask. I shouldn’t be surprised if I got a letter for The Elite, but I have always been planning on denying the letter.  

But here was an opportunity to escape, to get out of the same old town I was destined to stay in if I didn’t accept. 

“It is, why?” My mother tells me. She seems mad to be bugged about such a simple question. She wipes her hands on her apron, and when I don’t respond she walks away, not in the mood for my shenanigans. 

So, it is the year of the Elite. Does that mean that I have the most powerful abilities in all the land? I hope that wasn’t true. Ruling the continent seemed like too much for me to handle, even if I only had to do half the work. 

“What are you doing?” Skye, my twin sister, asks from my doorway. We weren’t identical. She had our father's blue eyes and light brown hair, while I had our mother’s green eyes and black hair. 

“Nothing, go away,” I say, putting the letter under my pillow and standing up to close the door. 

Skye huffs, a little storm cloud following her. Mother turns the corner, and quickly tries to fan away the cloud. 

“I swear to all the Gods if it starts raining in here because you can’t control your power-” Mother starts to say, but Skye controls her temper enough for the cloud to go away. Just to make Mother mad though, a lightning strike goes off above her head. 

“Skye.” Mother says angrily. Skye continues her tantrum to her room, slamming her door. 

“What was that about?” Mother asks. I hesitate and then decide to hand her the letter. She reads it slowly and then hands it back to me. She comes into my room and quietly shuts the door behind her. I wouldn’t be surprised if Skye was listening to us through the wall separating our walls. 

“So, it finally came?” Mother asks me. So, she did know that I was going to be selected. 

“Yes.” 

“And did you expect it? Or is this the first time you’ve thought about it?” Mother asks. I find it a rather weird question. 

“I knew there was a good chance I could be selected, but I didn’t expect it to happen soon. I always thought it would happen in my twenties or thirties.” I tell my mother. 

“And how much do you know about the Elite?” Mother asks me. 

“I know it’s when the Royal Family retires, and a batch of 20 people are chosen. 10 female and 10 males. One from each group is chosen at the end of some trials to become the next Queen and King.” 

My mother nods along. She sits there for a while, just staring into space.  

“I’m going to miss you.” With that, she walks out my door. 

When I finally come out of my room, Skye’s standing there. She shines a little light overhead, almost like a spotlight on me. 

“I heard what mom said. I heard you cry. I thought you could use some light in your life.” That is all she says, then walks away. The light stays with me, even when I follow her. 

At dinner, I don’t eat, and I avoid any contact with my mother. Why did it have to be the weekend? I guess if she didn’t care about me, I could spend the weekend out in the village. 

Willow, I call out to her head. I can feel her jump at her dinner table, her family with her.  She explains to her family that she remembered she had something to do, then runs to her room. 

What? Willow writes on an imaginary paper. We had learned it was the best way to communicate from distances. 

Can you hang out this weekend? I write on her imaginary paper. I don’t know what category the ability would fall under, but I just called mind control. 

Sure, she writes. Her imaginary handwriting is just as nice as her normal handwriting. 

When works the best for you, because something happened here, and I just have to get out. I tell her. 

Do you want to crash here? Willow asks. I smile, then tell her I would. 

I pack a bag with just a few things, deciding to leave the letter behind, but hidden. I meet Willow at her door, and she leads me to her room. 

“Are your parents going to be okay if I sleep in your room?” I ask Willow. From the last time I heard her parents hated her boyfriend sleeping in her room. 

“I haven’t come out to them yet. I don’t know if I ever will. They don’t know we're dating.” Willow tells me. 

“Oh.” That is all I can say. I know that being bisexual used to not being accepted, but I had never met anyone who wouldn’t either support it or just let it be, even if it's not their ideal situation. 

“Please don’t make a big deal about it. And don’t do anything to their minds, please. There my parents.” 

I nod, too tired to want to do anything to her parent's heads. We spend the night just in her room. By the time morning comes, we’re tired and our throats are sore from giggling all night. 

Today, being Saturday, meant there was a market in the village, with all sorts of gadgets, and foods. 

Willow and I hang out in the market most of the day, gathering matching necklaces, and finally, after a debate, getting a massive bag of popcorn. I giggle as I see little kids run around with the bag. It's funny because the bag is as tall as they are, or sometimes even taller. 

“Are you excited for school to be out in two weeks?” Willow asks me. I hesitate because after school ended it meant that the Elite would be a month away. 

“Yes, I am. It means we’re free.” I tell her. 

“Well, you won’t you know with that rule that you're not an adult till you're 18. So you have like a year until you're free.” She tells me. I glare at her. It was true, I was one of the youngest in my grade, meaning I would have to wait till July to be free of my family's control. 

“And how’s your dad?” Willow asks me. I truthfully don’t know, no one had heard from him in a year, and he just vanished. 

“I’m not sure,” I tell her. She nods, her thoughts telling me that she’s here for me if I ever need it. 

“Thanks,” I whisper. 

“Hey, Willow. Eva.” Skye says. She must have been in the farmers market too because she and her boyfriend Noah are sharing a smaller version of the kettle corn bag. “Where were you last night?” She asks me. 

“I was at Willows. I couldn’t deal with Mom.” I tell her, trying to turn away. Skye grabs my elbow, and I want to wriggle out of her grasp. She knew that I hated physical touch, in almost any situation. 

“I dealt with Mom. It's okay for you to come home.” She says. I smile, and I can feel her being proud of herself for whatever she did to Mom.