Jade Brown

The Explosion

My eyes scanned over the heads of the students, bent over their notes—so unaware of the danger they were in. They needed to get out, I needed to get out...unable to help myself, my gaze wandered over to him. He needed to get out. I wanted to jump up, scream at all of them to run, hide, just get away as far as they could. And more than once, I had risen slightly in my seat, more than once, I had opened my mouth to say something—but then in my mind, I saw them. I saw the people I loved most in the world dying...dying to save the people I hated all my life. Well, most of them, anyway. I looked up at him again. He looked distracted. He wasn’t watching the teacher anymore, just staring at the back wall, his brow furrowed in concentration. It was a desperate attempt, I know that, even as I tried it. He wasn’t like me...he couldn’t be like me. Nobody was like me. Nevertheless, my eyes looked to the back of his head, I screamed in my mind. Almost instantly, he flinched, and straightened in his seat. But that couldn’t be right...he couldn’t be...it was just my imagination. But even as I thought this, I saw him look around the room, searching the faces of all the students, his eyes coming closer, and closer. Hurriedly, I looked down, staring heatedly at my paper until I felt him turn away. Then, an idea struck me. A horrible idea. But...it might work. Taking a deep breath, I concentrated on him again.