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Apparently, in that one hour I had spent researching there had been a car accident that took out a fire hydrant and a good part of the sidewalk. I had to take a detour to get home, and I walk down some side streets to bypass the accident.
I started walking down an alley, when suddenly behind me I heard a sound: snikt. I turned around very slowly, and saw a scruffy looking man with a big switchblade pointed right at me.
“Come here, kid. Just give me your money, and nobody gets hurt.” I was scared. I didn’t want to give him my stuff, but I also didn’t want to get hurt. I put down my backpack and started acting all tough-guy in the hopes that he would get scared and go.
“So you won’t give me your stuff, eh? Guess we’ll just have to do this the hard way,” and with that the crook darted forward surprisingly quickly, and brought his knife to my throat. I was scared. I grabbed his arm in an attempt to pull the knife away, but he wasn’t budging. “What do you say now, kid? Where’s the dough?”
I was scared. I didn’t know what to do. I yelled out as loud as I could “Leave me alone!”…. And it happened again. The weird occurrences of that day all culminated in that moment.
As soon as I had finished yelling, my hand burst into flames. The crook yelped in pain, and withdrew his knife from against my neck. He was the one who was scared now. To be honest, I was scared too, but this time I had the upper hand.
My hand was still on fire, but I didn’t feel a thing. I held my hand out to him, and let the anger consume me. I was furious, and obviously this was influencing the flames that had appeared on my hand.
“Go away!” I yelled. “Go away, and if I ever see you again, you won’t be so lucky!” The crook got the message loud and clear, and he turned around and ran away as fast as he could. I relaxed when he was gone, and mysteriously enough the fire went away. I had no idea what was going on, but now I had a better idea of what had happened earlier.
When Mr. Samson had lit the fire on my hand, I was fueling the fire with something, obviously whatever had been fueling the fire just now. But the key component is I was scared, because Kenny had put me in a tight spot.
Later, in the bathroom, Kenny had put me in a position where I had no escape. I was in horror, and once again this… ability… flared up, making the small burn in his cigarette grow in size immensely. I started to get an idea of what was happening: I was controlling and creating fire. Somehow my emotions played into it, but I was too tired to contemplate it. I decided I would say nothing of it to my parents; this was my secret and my problem, and I had to figure it out alone.
With that, I continued walking home, trying to wrap my mind around the events of the day. Things were getting too weird, and I just needed to let it go.
I woke up the next morning, and hoped to myself that it was Monday morning, and that yesterday’s events had just been a dream. I looked over at my clock; my alarm hadn’t even gone off yet. I got out of bed, took a shower, got dressed, and checked the date.
It was Tuesday. Yesterday wasn’t a dream. It had all happened: the ignition of the lighter fluid bubbles and their continuing burn, Kenny’s cigarette exploding in his face, my hand lighting on fire and the thief running away in fear. It was real. And whatever was happening to me, it was real too.
I went through my normal morning routine, and was about twenty minutes ahead of schedule. If my mom was surprised to see me up and about so early, she certainly didn’t show it.
“Oh look, it’s awake. How did you sleep?” I was too tired to respond. I let out a low moan that wasn’t even coherent, and went to eat my breakfast. When I finished eating, I checked the news headlines for any mention of a ragged man appearing at the hospital with strange burns. After scanning through every single headline in the paper, I saw nothing. Satisfied, I brushed my teeth, and headed off to school for another day.
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