"Where are you going?" my mum asks, upon coming into my room to find me getting dressed to go out. I put on my favorite yellow with black leaves button up shirt, and a long pink leather jacket.
"Out," I say, flatly. I have to reason with them. Why don't I feel like it'll work?
"I'll ring for Alistair," she says, turning to go.
I toss her my tracker cuff, "Don't bother."
"What's going on—"
"I don't have to tell you anything."
"Remember, nobody matters more to me in the world than you," she says, cupping my face in her hands.
"You might not want to watch the news."
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know yet. Just wait here for me okay?"
"Pasch—"
"I told you I hate my name," and then I leave.
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Devour
Teen FictionIn this dystopian reality, some people possess telekinetic powers which are both very useful, and very deadly, to society. To combat this, England contains and carefully raises and trains all humans with these 'mutant' powers. But there are some thi...
