About a year ago, I'd discovered that if I thought about something and looked at somebody hard enough, I could get that to person to do what I wanted.
As awsome as that sounded, I avoided doing it as much as possible. Partially because I felt like I was crazy for really believing I could do it, even though it worked every time. But mostly beacause I didn't like it. It made me feel dirty and manipulative.
Mr.meaed went on talking, and followed along studiouslt, my guilt making me try harder. I haden't wanted to do that to him, but I couldn't go to the principals office. I had just been expelled from my last school, forcing my brother and aunt to uproot their lives again so we could move closer to my new school.
I had honestly tried at the last school, but the Dean's daughter had been intent on making my life miserable. I'd tolerated her taunts and rusicules as best I could intil one day she cornered me in the bathroom, calling me every dirty name in the book. Finally, I had enough, and I punched her.
The dean decided to skip theie one-strike rule and immediately expelled me. I know in a large part it was because i'd resorted to physical violence against his child, but im not sure that was it entirely. Where other students were shown leniencey, for some reason I never seemed to be. When school finshed I went home.
I opened the front door and shouted '' im home'' knowone answered. I went up stairs into my room and I found my brother lieing on the floor with a knife in him '' ahhh, hes dead'' I started crying. The door slamed behind me and I saw my stepmam holding a knife. I screamed, before you could even say help, everything went pitch black. I was dead. Somone heared me scream and they phoned the poilce and they took her away forever.
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