“Oh crap, this is bad, I thought to myself. I had seconds before they found me and had to move fast. On the other side of the warehouse I saw several boxes piled up high in one of the stacks. If I concentrated hard enough, maybe I could move them like I did with the trestle table at school. But first I needed to conjure that same anger, the kind that flashed through my muscles and made my fingers tingle. It was easy this time. I just thought of my dad. The boxes tumbled to the ground and the... Resistance turned away, distracted. Making the most of my opportunity I ran towards the exit, but in my haste I knocked over an old gas stove which clattered loudly against the concrete. A man with sandy hair and glasses saw me as I darted through stacks. “There’s someone getting away! Look!” he shouted and pointed. I felt their eyes on me. All I could think about was how much trouble I would be in if Dad found me. I had to get out. I kept moving.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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