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Chapter 6

        I wake up about an hour later. Tate's gone, but I'm greeted by a girl with brown hair holding my gun in her hand. 
        " I filled it up for you, honey." She says  
        " Who are you." 
        "Your worst nightmare." 
        I stare blankly at her 
        "I'm still deciding on how I should kill you, I was going to hang you but you woke up. So, I'll let         you choose. Gun or knife?" 
        "Mo-" I try to scream but her hand covers my mouth before I can finish. 
        "You scream and I kill you right now, this instant." 

        I stare deep in her eyes and glance over to the door and she fly with my eyes. I stare as she lands on to the floor.  " Did.. I just do that?" I say as I stand up and walk over to her only to notice her knocked out. I slowly open the door and run out.  
        I go to where I usually go when I need someone to go to. The basement. I can always find someone there. Sometimes it may be Tate, or maybe even Violet. But once in a while I get someone like Nora Montgomery or Vivien. I stand there waiting for someone which usually takes around 2-5 minutes. 

        " What's wrong?" A voice that belongs to Violet says 
        " There was someone in my room. She tried to kill me and like I did-" 
        "Hayden..." 
        "But that's not what I meant..."  I say as I look at her," I did something with my eyes. I threw her on the floor..."
        "Isn't that telekinesis?"
 
       I spend half of my time in the library during study hall. I slowly searched through the shelves trying to see if I can find anything on telekinesis and grabing it when I do. After I read through every single book, I go onto Google and search up more things on telekinesis. Tate's right, I really do like to do reasearch. I stare at certain objects trying to get them to move in class, I succeed, until my name is called on.

        "Amy? Number 16" I look down at my paper and try to find #16 
        " Uhm, the authority of a court to hear a case appealed from a lower court." 
        "Correct! Jessica? Next question." 
        I try to follow along encase I'm called on again. Focusing and then occasionally unfocusing to what I was doing before. I slowly raise my hand and ask to go to the bathroom. 
         get into the bathroom and stair at the mirror. I lift my hand up and and twist  it as I stare at the mirror, focusing deeply, until it shatters in front of me. I look down at the mess I made and cover my mouth. I quickly run out hoping no one notices.. 
        When school ends I decide to walk home. I have no rush to be getting anywhere, plus I took the bus there and I don't feel like taking it back. I'm suddenly stopped by someone who I reckon as my next door neighbour. Constance, I believe her name was.
" You're Amy, right?"
"Yes... I'm sorry... Do I know you?" 
" I'm your next door neighbour, Constance Langdon."
" Are you, related to Tate?" 
" I see you've met him." 
" Yeah."
" Here, why don't you come inside. I'll make some tea." 

        I follow her inside her house. I know most people tell you to not go into strangers houses... But she's Tates mom. I can trust her. Right? 
        I slowly walk in and look around to then end up sitting down at table watching her as she makes the tea. " I'm sure your mother wouldn't mind." She says as she hands me a cup of tea and I slowly turn my head to notice a young boy around the age of 2 or 3 slowly runs towards us and sits right next to me. 
"Aw, who's this?" 
" My grandson, Michael." 
" How old is he?"  I say and look over at him who is currently holding up 2 fingers. 
"He seems to like you, maybe you could babysit him one day." 
" Yeah, that would be great." 
        About 10 minutes later I grab my bag and walk out of the house, over to my house, into my room and I am quickly greeted by Tate.
" What were you doing at my moms house?" 
" She wants me to babysit her grandson." 
"Oh..." 
" Look, I need to show you something." 
" What?" 
"Watch me." 
        I walk near my mirror and lift my hand and twist it and focus on the mirror as it breaks in front of me. Piece by piece it falls to the ground. I then stare at the wood that held the mirror and break it. 

        " How did you do that?" He says and I look up at him. "Telekinesis."