I hurriedly ran over to the prone figure in the bushes. Please don't let him be dead! I frantically searched for a pulse and in finding one, I slowly sank back on my heels relieved that I hadn't killed anyone. Todd of course was staring at me as if I was a freak and I didn't blame him. I resignedly took the poor teenager by the arms and dragged him into the house and onto the sofa. Todd hadn't moved from his rocking chair on the front porch. I shuffled my way in front of him.
I opened my mouth to explain everything. How I had gotten into an accident when I was ten. How I almost drowned in the lake on the school camping trip. How in almost drowning, something changed. How I could...move things just by a thought. Or stop things from moving...for instance, somebody's lungs. I wasn't going to tell anyone that part though. But before my lips formed the first words, Todd with a frightened look on his face, said "Get out. Now."
I didn't have anywhere else to go, but I left. I didn't even grab my things. All I had on me was a ten dollar bill and some cough drops. I heard the door slam shut as I walked away. It echoed in my head. Walking dejectedly around the block I went back to the grocery store I had just bought Todd's toilet paper from. There was a gangly male highschooler manning the cash register. He was kind of cute in a weird baby-pigeon kind of way. I strolled up to the counter and tried putting my feminine charms to work. I didn't have much in the way of a womanly figure, but I considered myself okay in the looks department. I asked for a pack of Marlboro Lights and a Bic lighter. He knew I was underage but I just winked at him and he folded. I was just opening the door when he called out, "Hey-you go to my school? Rayton High?" I had a little ego-trip and played it up by flipping my hair over my shoulder and stating, "I'll see what I can do" while walking outside. After all, I had just moved here and it was during the summer. I had no idea what the local schools were. Not that it mattered since Todd kicked me out.
I found myself parking my butt outside of Todd's house. I just sat down with my back leaning against the mailbox and lit a cig. I was puffing out little streams of smoke, not really inhaling because I didn't want to start coughing in case somebody cool walked by on the street. The front door to the house creaked open and I casually turned my head still taking a drag on my cig. Uncle Todd was standing on his front porch, arms crossed and glaring at me. "Do not think that act of teenage rebellion will work on me!" he yelled angrily before going back inside. But he left the door open. I meekly stubbed my cig out and trudged back inside.
