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Ponyboy's powers are coming in like crazy. . They came in like a wrecking ball! That's all I know of that song… I'm not sure if that was even right. Maybe it's I came in like a wrecking ball…? Oh well! I don't listen to her songs.
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What do I do? Johnny saw me in the act of flying and regenerating. I stood up from the trash and timidly brushed some dirt and rocks off of me. "Ponyboy?" Johnny asked again. My body chilled to the bone and I stood up straighter. I wasn't, in my right mind, ready for this. "How…"
Panicking, I quickly replied. "How, what?"
"You fell from the sky."
I cocked my head, my heart dropping. I had to lie to him again. "What are you talking about? If I fell from the sky, how am I not hurt?"
Johnny shook his head in confusion. "I could have sworn that you were flying…"
"Flying? Humans can't fly, Johnny."
'He's lying… He has to be lying. I saw it with my own eyes.' Johnny's voice said in my mind.
"I'm not lying!" As soon as I said that, I knew it was a mistake. His attention snapped to me and his eyes narrowed in confusion.
"I never said anything about you lying."
'Something is up. How did he find out what I was thinking?'
Am I reading his mind? I need to find an escape. I can't make another mistake. "I need to go. Sorry, I'm procrastinating on my homework. I need to finish." I scurried past him and into the house. Once one of my feet came into the house, I got dizzy.
'That tag-along is back. Damn it.'
'I probably should say hi to the kid. Eh, next time.'
The voices of the gang flooded in my head. It felt like I was in a middle of a crowd that's screaming. My head started to pound and I pressed hard against my temples while trying to cover my ears to block the voices out. It hurts. My head…Stop…stop…stop!
"Ponyboy, are you okay!" Soda's worried voice came out and I felt someone touch my shoulder, but I was in too much agony to acknowledge it. 'What do I do? Should I call Darry? Take him to the hospital?'
"Quiet!" I forced out through gritted teeth.
"What are you talking about?"
I grunted and pushed Soda away and rushed through my room. I only knocked into the wall a few times before entering. Once the door closed, everything was quiet. I sighed in relief and massaged my pounding head. My vision grew dizzy again, and everything went black.
A girl screamed in terror and scrambled across the floor at what seemed like the park that was near where I lived. Her back pressed against the trunk of a tree. Her eyes grew even wider as a shadow approached her. She tried to stand up, but a knife floated over to her right eye, just skimming over the eyeball. She froze and screamed her pleads to be spared. The knife then plunged through the eye and through her skull, piercing itself on the tree. Her screams turned to a gurgling one and mouth foamed out of her mouth. More knifes flew to her and plunged through her body, pinning her against the tree.
I shot up from the floor, drenched in disgusting sweat. A paper was placed gently next to me and I picked it up. It was a very detailed drawing of the girl being pinned by the knives sitting in her own blood. A shadow of a person loomed over her. On the back, lower-right corner of the page was a date of today. It happened again. Is this some lame power to draw what you're dreaming of? What's the point in it? I tucked it next to my previous drawing of the dream with the bus.
I left my room after grabbing a new change of clothes. Soda walked out of the bathroom right when I came to the door. His hair was newly greased and his DX uniform was put on. "Oh, hey, Pones! You feeling better? I went to go check on you, but you were busy with something on your desk. Is the headache gone?"
"So-so. I'm fine though. I need to get ready. Bye, I'll see you soon." I closed the door and stripped myself before stepping the shower. I shifted uncomfortably in there. I feel like I'm being watched. That's a disturbing thought. With that thought in mind, I hurried out and got back into my clothes. I then headed to school. What time is it? It feels like it's really early in the morning. I hope I'm not an hour early for school. That happened once. It was terribly boring. A fire truck zoomed past me, sirens blaring. I shrugged and ventured to school.
I entered the tall school building. Students, which consisted mostly on Socs, walked around and chatted. Looks like I'm on time. Voices attacked at my head, giving me a migraine. I really hope this would end soon. I opened my locker and took the books I needed out and sat myself down in my first period class desk. It was silent until the bell wrung and the room was flooded by students. My mind was attacked again and I banged it against the desk in anguish. Classes were slow. Really slow. I went over to gym, which was my second period. It was swim unit. I was good at it, but it sucked.
I headed over to the boys' locker room to get changed. I was pushed against the lockers as I got in and was growled at. "You greaser scum, what did you do to them!?"
I was frozen. I couldn't speak. What were they talking about? "W-What?" I mustered out.
"You know what the fuck I'm talking about? Where are they? They were last seen with you?"
It occurred to me that they were talking about those Socs that jumped me and were killed. My stomach dropped and I looked down guiltily. "So you do know what happened! You little bitch! What happened?" I didn't answer, making him and a few other Socs growl. The one pinning me down threw a punch at me and everything went black.
When my vision came back, I clamped my hands over my mouth to stifle a scream. Red liquid was splattered across the lockers. I stood in a puddle of blood, intestines squished beneath me. Bodies were scattered around on the floor; some leaned against the lockers. I definitely was the one to kill them. Who else could have done it? I scurried out of the locker room where I heard the fire alarm go off.
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I caught the punch that was aimed at me and squeezed it. "I wouldn't do that, if I were you." I said with a sly smirk. I squeezed harder, earning a satisfying crack. The Soc cried and I kicked at his chest, sending him flying against the wall. Spit came out of his mouth and he passed out on the floor. I grinned wider and rose up a hand and everybody in the room levitated off the floor. They tried to yell but I flicked my hand and all of their necks snapped. "No, no. Screaming is no good." I clenched my hand and their insides exploded before I dropped them. Oh, Ponyboy's going to have a great fright. It's almost time. I let my control fade.
