Sam’s life was now not clouded in fear. A feeling of triumph washed over him as he walked into Asa Bales Park. The emos sat, smoking their marijuana as always. He backed a good 50 yards from the pavilion they huddled under.

He focused on a tree in the woods to his left. Sam snapped his fingers. A massive branch fell to the ground. He turned around and brushed away his dusted hair.

Uh-oh. He saw one of the punk, skater kids looking right at him. He quickly walked in the opposite direction. Great, now I’m a freak here to. He looked back and saw the kid following him. Sam walked faster. “Hey, wait. I wanna talk to you. Kid!” the skater yelled.

Still, Sam walked. “Kid, I can do stuff to!” the punk called to him. Sam stopped.

He spun around and the punk was already there. “I saw what you did to that tree man. That was ’ awesome! But dude, i can do a cool thing to, watch.” Sam watched. The punk backed up, and Thrust his hands forward. An explosion materialized a few feet from his hands.

“See?”*