home or anything. I just kept running.
Running and running, I just didn’t stop. I ran faster and longer
than I ever had in my whole life. Now, as I sat behind a dumpster,
shivering in the cold, dead of night, I cried.
I didn’t know what to do. Hell, I
didn’t even know where I was. I was completely lost and didn’t know
who or where to go to. All I could do was stare at my hands and
wonder how I had shot lightning from them a few hours
before.
To pass time, I stared at the
stars. From time to time, a plane would fly by and I would watch it
as it flickered in the darkness of the night sky. When I wasn’t
doing that, I would listen to cars as they passed by. It would
drown out the people as they walked by, talking about stupid things
that no one cared about.
I did that for a
good hour or so. Then, I realized that I wanted to try it again. I wanted to
see if I could control it.
So I sat against the cement wall
and lift my hands up. They seemed normal, but I knew what they were
capable of. At first, I just flung my hands around like an idiot,
hoping that would get somewhere. It didn’t.
I sighed and banged my head
against the wall. How did it happen before? I couldn’t remember how
I did it.
That’s when I lift my hands and
closed my eyes. I concentrated. Concentrated harder than I ever
had. I thought about the school and Jason. I thought about Lora and
how she and her friends crawled away from me. I thought about
everything that happened a few hours before.
Faintly, I heard a small buzzing
sound. A faint, blue light started to seep through my eyelids. When
I opened my eyes, my hands were glowing blue and had small,
electrical shocks flowing through my veins. Again.
I jolted up and stared at my
hands. My heart started to race. The electrical shocks in my veins
seemed to flow faster. I had done it.
I looked over at the dumpster and
got an idea. Suddenly, I pushed my hand in front of me, sending a
long electrical bolt into the dumpster. The dumpster slid forward a
few feet. I heard someone yelp from the other side, probably
walking past it at the wrong time.
Instead of joy, I was scared
again. One look at my hands and my heart started to beat faster. I
was a freak. I wasn’t normal. Just the other night, I was out on
the football field, playing with my classmates as my girlfriend
cheered me on. Now, I’m behind a dumpster, shooting lightning bolts
from my hands. This wasn’t normal. It was the farthest from
normal.
The sudden realization that I had
to leave came to mind. I couldn’t stay there. But, at the same
time, I couldn’t go home either. Odds are, what I had done was
probably all over the place. Lora and her friends probably told
everybody, freaking out about the whole thing.
Slowly, I peeked my head out from
behind the dumpster. No cars were passing and no one was walking. I
saw a small motel just down the street, so I walked out and started
towards that way. I didn’t have enough money, but I could sneak
into an unoccupied room.
The world around me was silent. I
didn’t hear any cars out in the distance. I didn’t hear people as
they walked closer towards me. I heard nothing but the buzzing
sound of the motel sign as I walked under it.
After I checked to see if it was
clear, I ran over to one of the motel rooms and quietly opened the
window. I slipped in and shut it quickly. Nothing outside even
noticed me. Now I had somewhere to stay.
I turned around to look at the
room. It was pitch black. Not even opening the blinds helped much.
So I just felt around for a bed or a lamp. Mainly a lamp. After a
minute or not trying to run into something, I found what I thought
was a lamp. I turned it on and the room filled with
light.
“Well,” I said, “It’s better than
nothing.” The bed was dirty and the floor was stained like nothing
else. Plus it smelt horrible.
The bathroom door was closed and
the light inside it was off. But a faint, orange glow shined
through the bottom of the door, and
Running and running, I just didn’t stop. I ran faster and longer
than I ever had in my whole life. Now, as I sat behind a dumpster,
shivering in the cold, dead of night, I cried.
I didn’t know what to do. Hell, I
didn’t even know where I was. I was completely lost and didn’t know
who or where to go to. All I could do was stare at my hands and
wonder how I had shot lightning from them a few hours
before.
To pass time, I stared at the
stars. From time to time, a plane would fly by and I would watch it
as it flickered in the darkness of the night sky. When I wasn’t
doing that, I would listen to cars as they passed by. It would
drown out the people as they walked by, talking about stupid things
that no one cared about.
I did that for a
good hour or so. Then, I realized that I wanted to try it again. I wanted to
see if I could control it.
So I sat against the cement wall
and lift my hands up. They seemed normal, but I knew what they were
capable of. At first, I just flung my hands around like an idiot,
hoping that would get somewhere. It didn’t.
I sighed and banged my head
against the wall. How did it happen before? I couldn’t remember how
I did it.
That’s when I lift my hands and
closed my eyes. I concentrated. Concentrated harder than I ever
had. I thought about the school and Jason. I thought about Lora and
how she and her friends crawled away from me. I thought about
everything that happened a few hours before.
Faintly, I heard a small buzzing
sound. A faint, blue light started to seep through my eyelids. When
I opened my eyes, my hands were glowing blue and had small,
electrical shocks flowing through my veins. Again.
I jolted up and stared at my
hands. My heart started to race. The electrical shocks in my veins
seemed to flow faster. I had done it.
I looked over at the dumpster and
got an idea. Suddenly, I pushed my hand in front of me, sending a
long electrical bolt into the dumpster. The dumpster slid forward a
few feet. I heard someone yelp from the other side, probably
walking past it at the wrong time.
Instead of joy, I was scared
again. One look at my hands and my heart started to beat faster. I
was a freak. I wasn’t normal. Just the other night, I was out on
the football field, playing with my classmates as my girlfriend
cheered me on. Now, I’m behind a dumpster, shooting lightning bolts
from my hands. This wasn’t normal. It was the farthest from
normal.
The sudden realization that I had
to leave came to mind. I couldn’t stay there. But, at the same
time, I couldn’t go home either. Odds are, what I had done was
probably all over the place. Lora and her friends probably told
everybody, freaking out about the whole thing.
Slowly, I peeked my head out from
behind the dumpster. No cars were passing and no one was walking. I
saw a small motel just down the street, so I walked out and started
towards that way. I didn’t have enough money, but I could sneak
into an unoccupied room.
The world around me was silent. I
didn’t hear any cars out in the distance. I didn’t hear people as
they walked closer towards me. I heard nothing but the buzzing
sound of the motel sign as I walked under it.
After I checked to see if it was
clear, I ran over to one of the motel rooms and quietly opened the
window. I slipped in and shut it quickly. Nothing outside even
noticed me. Now I had somewhere to stay.
I turned around to look at the
room. It was pitch black. Not even opening the blinds helped much.
So I just felt around for a bed or a lamp. Mainly a lamp. After a
minute or not trying to run into something, I found what I thought
was a lamp. I turned it on and the room filled with
light.
“Well,” I said, “It’s better than
nothing.” The bed was dirty and the floor was stained like nothing
else. Plus it smelt horrible.
The bathroom door was closed and
the light inside it was off. But a faint, orange glow shined
through the bottom of the door, and
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