Ch #3 ''pick up'' sticks

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I look at the stick in my hand. After closer inspection, I realize this stick is the EXACT same one I was looking at on the ground before. The stick that I almost poked my eye out with. I'm puzzled about what just happend.

''Did I... No... That isn't possible... Well... Let me try again.'' I say to myself. I throw the stick out of my hand and look down at the rocks next to the base of my tree.

*NOT THE END*(Did I describe what I look like? No? Oh well I have blond hair that goes about 3 inches past my chin and bark brown eyes. I also have some freckles and im white. Im also average hight for a seventh grader. If you want to see for your self check out my Instagram at ''miranda_maybe123'' So ya AAAAANNNNYYYYY WAY ... Back to the book)

I looked for a rock different from the rest. I soon spot one that is black with a white spot on the middle. I look at it for a while like last time, then my eyes go out of focus. I look up, shake my head, and look down... That same rock is now in my right hand... And its no where to be found on the ground.

It is the same rock. I do this process about 3 more times then my eyes start to hurt a lot and I feel the beginning of a headache so I stop. I'm still in aw of my... Ability. I think I have... telekinesis. You know, that power or... Whatever you call it.

I looked up the definition of telekinesis and it says...

'' the supposed ability to move objects at a distance by mental power or other nonphysical means.''

After a while I got an idea. Teliportation. I looked at my roof and did the same thing I did with the sticks and rocks. It didn't work. This time when I try I imagine myself sitting on top of it and looking out by my field. I open my eyes and... I'm sitting my roof... Looking into my field.

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