Escape

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Written by: Annie Bournes
Edited by: Daisy Quacquarelli

Kieria's POV

I set of a bit too fast. I almost crashed into some small kids that were walking to school.

Today was a bad day to start a new school. My dad was gone and I had no way of contacting Razza to tell him. My dad had never trusted him so I wasn't  allowed to have his number.

But that wasn't what I cared about. I was more worried about my strength. It had decreased dramatically to as when I was carrying the boxes, all of a sudden it increased in weight. Not to the point where I couldn't carry it, it was just more difficult and I had to strain sincerely. That was probably around the time my dad killed himself. This was going to be a tough day.

I've always had a lot of strength and it is not the first time I have noticed it get weaker.

When I was about ten-years-old I was hugging my dad, crying that my mother was ill, but I didn't realise that I was causing him pain. My mother, in the room next door heard my fathers shouts of pain but couldn't do anything to stop me.

Luckily my nan was in the kitchen, heard my dad's cries of pain and managed to pry me off of him. I didn't understand what I had done but now I do. Later that evening my mother passed and I was again hugging my dad. This time, I tried to be gentle, wrapping my arms around him as though he was a child, yet, later, I tried to smash a pen in my hand and found I couldn't.

But, despite my mothers death, I didn't want to loose my power as soon as I had got it. I trained, physically and mentally. After years of going to the gym and even accidentally breaking a set of weights, I felt trained enough. I got the job with Razza to earn some extra cash and with that, and the money my mum left me, I managed to scrape by and get myself into Part boarding school.

I had been cycling for about 15 minutes, thinking about my past, that I didn't realise that if I kept up this rate I would be 40 minutes late to school so I quickly picked up my pace. Why do I have to live so far away from school?! Will I live there any more? Because I had no parents would I be put into care? I hoped not. Maybe I could just live with Razza.

I was close now, I could sense the school nearby. And, as I climbed the hill, it became apparent. Tall, wide and inviting. Just my kind of place. A small yellow Kia Picanto was struggling to climb the hill yet I passed it with ease without even glancing in its direction.

The building ahead looked just as I had imagined it to be; dramatic, bold and like the castles in horror movies and I grinned to myself just thinking about the year I was about to have.