The boy was picking up speed. He descended the stairs two at a time. Again and again he thought about the face of old Mr. Graham, who scolded him every time he messed up in class. He hated that office secretary: Miss Payne. Why did she always give him attitude? Why did they have to be so cruel?
Skander tried to forget the pain in his head. The whole day, he had tried to make himself believe this wasn't real. But he couldn't fight it anymore. He swallowed the fear inside him. "I can read minds," he whispered. It was unbelievable, but he accepted it. Of all the things in his life that had affected him to this point, by far this was the greatest. He could hear if a cute girl thought about him, if he passed the class he thought he'd been failing in, if his parents were really in love and not putting on an act to ruin his life. It made people so much easier to trust...and he still could not believe how his "friend" had treated him. Was everyone like that? Friends in words but enemies in thoughts? Now he knew everything...and it was only the beginning.
"STOP!" Skander shouted.
The boy skidded to a halt. "Who are you and what the hell do you think you're doing here?"
"I on to you. You think you're the only one who knows?"
He furrowed his brow and waited for Skander to explain himself.
But Skander didn't do that; he pounced on him. The boy tossed Skander from his shoulders, cursing. Skander came back, this time with a punch. It hit the boy's cheek and his face curled around the fist. Skander stared at his hand in shock. He'd almost broken the boy's cheek bone under the strength in that single hit. He stood still, wondering if this was a good thing.
Fighting off the pain, the boy jumped the last step and ran for the gymnasium. No one had ever suspected this of him; why would they? He was only a baseball player. More like a bench-warmer, actually. They'd never guess that he'd keep this in his locker; he'd decide to kill everyone who had ever wronged him.
He kept a close watch on the class in there. They were caught up in a good game of dodgeball. One girl threw her body to the right, picked up a bright pink ball and tossed it at an enemy. The ball hit her belly hard and she fell back, slamming her head against the floor. A whistle sounded. The coach sprinted onto the court. "Sheila, go get the nurse!" She cradled the girl's head. "Cara, are you all right?"
He couldn't believe his luck. He slithered into the locker room and made his way to the bomb sitting secretly at the bottom of his locker.
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