Chapter Seven

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        After what seems like a lifetime, I see the dusk of the outside world. At least the cries have died down. Partly. Sam hurries over. "Misty how did-" I ignore him and continue striding towards the road. "Misty," he snarls, bouncing after me. "You job is to lead."

"The mission's over." I snap, agitiated. "We've got the kids. Now, leave me alone. I'll meet you at camp later."

"But you need to come with us in the van." he protests, but I interrupt him.

"NO I DON'T!" I yell. "I KNOW THE WAY SAM! IT'S MY OLD PRIMARY! JUST LET ME GO!" Sam stares at me in suprise, and I take the advantage and head away. I tiny voice, the angel part of me, nags and says that I've gone too far. He was only trying to help. No, I think, pushing the thoughts away. Sam is an interfering stuck-up pig.

        I continue walking until I reach the fields that I used to play Tag in as a child. I know the way to town from here. I shrink into a wolf, and start to jog. Darkness falls and mist obscures my vision. Although, I'm sure it's green. Or maybe it's my mind playing tricks on me again. My jog seems to build up into a sprint, as I can barely see the ground. Heart beating incredibly fast, I pelt forwards, getting faster all the while. Everything becomes a blur as I whiz through the medeows, not yet feeling tired. 

        The mist clears. I stop, and skid on the ground, and tumble to my feet. I'm at the edge of the forest. I hurry in, wondering how I became so fast. I was terrible at cross-country. I stop quickly at the campfire, breathing hardly, but not tired. Not tired. LS strides in, a look of horror plastered on his face. "You didn't see any green mist?" he pants in terror. 

"Yes, why?" I stammer, panic starting to swim up my body. 

"Have you had any... body.. changes?"

        Should I tell him? I think so. He could help me. Or take my power away from me. I love it so far! I've never been so fast, not in my dreams. LS will ruin my amazing change.

"No!" I say with a little giggle. "Why should I?"

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