Time Flies When You’re Havin’ Fun

I noticed the feathers as soon as I woke up. There were five of them scattered across my gray carpet like autumn leaves. I stared at them, rubbing my eyes as my third backup alarm went off. 

    "Really?" I asked myself. I rolled out of bed (literally) and hit the stop button on the alarm clock. 

    "You know you're not suppose to do that," A voice in my head said. 

    "Quit doing that," I thought back as I pulled the bed-cover over the bed. I pulled a tee-shirt over my head and jumped into a pair of jeans before she could respond. 

   "PL7 needs you. There was an emergency and PL7 got the case," Nova said in my head. PL7 is an elite force of teenagers with special telepathic powers. Like Nova communicating with me through brain waves and me being able to answer back. Each one of us has an unique ability unknown to anyone but the government, us, and our parents. 

   "Now?"  I asked. I scooped the feathers up. 

    "Drop the feathers," Nova warned. I dropped them on impulse. 

    "Why?" I asked. I stooped to pick them up again but she stopped me. 

    "I scanned them and they are hearing devices. They will blow up within 50 seconds of contact," She said. I stood up and let the feathers stay where they were. 

 "Can they hear telepathy?" I asked. I eyed the feathers and walked out of the room. 

 "No they can't," She answered.

     I nodded telepathically. 

I headed for the door and stopped when Alexa@ (Futuristic version of the Amazon one.) handed me my pack. 

     "Thanks," I headed out the door and waited for the PL7 chopper. 

      "Time flies," I thought in my mind. 

      "When you're havin' fun," Nova answered back in my head. I smiled as I climb the ladder up to the chopper.