"Hey, new girl! Why don't you go back where you came from?"
"Yeah, we don't need your kind here, new girl!"
You bow your head and keep walking, ignoring the morons in the hall. Because of your dad's job, your family has moved every year or so for as long as you can remember. By now, you've become used to being made fun of.
"Oh, too good to talk to us, are you, new girl?"
Some jerk sticks out his foot to trip you. You see it, but react just a second too late. Roars of laughter erupt from all sides as you lose your balance and fall towards the ground, face-first. You brace yourself for the impact...
...but it doesn't come. Startled, you look around and find that you're hanging in midair, about an inch off the ground.
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