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During my awakening to the horror that is Tuesday, I feel myself drawn towards my bedside table. Everything comes flooding back: the spell, the walk, communication and finally, the argument. Not to mention the lack of food, as my punishment.

Little did my foster mum know she had failed, for her freedom meant I stored bars of chocolate - for emergency, naturally.

I can still hear my Mum's voice in my mind, begging me to join her, as if in danger. Although, she didn't have the choice if she became dead or not, now I'm stuck in a position of control, which is surprisingly much more frightening.

I'd set my alarm twenty minutes early, to avoid any sort of awkward conversation. Smacking the off button with my lack of coordination, I drag my body from the bed, as it screams to rejoin the warm and safe. I slip into everything I need, prepared for a normal day.

Although, I knew I was unprepared, for this day would be anything but normal.

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Arrival at school was anything but pleasurable, yet knowing my Mum was literally behind me is strangely relaxing. I search around for an isolated place, in the hope to send myself into some sort of tranquility. The stress of the school day threatens me, so to hide away whilst I can seems to be the only acceptable option.

When the bell of torture rings I knew it was time to enter English. Normally, I would be excited, but this certain lesson filled me with incredible dread. I had to sit next to the one person I couldn't stand. He had made my previous year incredibly painful and difficult, along with everything else I had going on. Not only that, but I couldn't cope with how dogmatic he was, and the way he bullied me when I dared speak a thought or opinion. Or how he'd laugh if I got an answer wrong, or if I said something he would deem acceptable to make a joke out of. I'd sit in fright that whatever comes out of my mouth could become a joke to harm my confidence further.

He made my favourite subject a living hell.

I march in, trying to hide my nerves, I sit in the seat, with only my eyes to beg the teacher not to pick me. Then, I realise my true power. It's as if, I can control people. I attempt it, looking at my cruel neighbours blank answers, I try to make the teacher pick him.

I send out begging thoughts, and try to connect. I feel a surge of power and a slight dizziness take over until I hear...

"Ewan, perhaps you could tell me the answer."

"I don't know Miss." He responds, looking increasingly aware of the giggles.

"Kacey, perhaps you could tell me the word class?"

"It's a determiner Miss." I respond with confidence.

"Correct Kacey, I'm glad you paid attention."

I sit up proudly in my chair, taking glances at the sulking Ewan beside me. Then, I hear my Mum's voice.

"I won't be able to help you forever, but if you join me, you won't have to deal with this issue again."