I stayed at the field of flowers for hours, only when it was starting to get dark did I finally leave. I had a handful of the flowers with me,I would have taken more but I knew taking too many would be bad. By the time I got back to my house, there was nobody in the streets and the moon was high in the sky. My ripped clothes were no defense against the cold, however I did not shiver.

  I took a hot shower before going to sleep, and when I woke up it was almost time to leave for school. I grabbed two pieces of plain bread, and walked out the door.

  As soon as I finished eating I picked up my phone.

  “Hello Jane.” I spoke seriously.

  “What is it? Are you okay? Do you need help?” She said worriedly.

  “I am fine, how is it going with the girls?” I asked.

  “You are hiding something again. Remember, we go to the same school.” She said a upset. She was just too good at reading situations. I wouldn’t call for no reason.

  “Don’t talk to me at school.” I said coldly.

  “Why shouldn’t I?” She responded in a confident tone.

  “Because if you do it will ruin my plan.” I spoke freely.

  “Are you sure?” She asked, she likely already knew the reason.

  “I have something else I need you to do.” I added on.

  “What?” she asked suspiciously.

  “Within the next couple of days, I will give you two addresses. I need you to go there, and convince them.” I started speaking.

  “You mean the last two?” Jane picked up on it immediately.

  “Yes.” I replied in a single word. A short silence crossed between the two of us.

  “What did you do to get that in-” Jane started.

  But, I interrupted as soon as I saw where the question was headed, “How are the girls?”

  I heard a deep sigh before she responded, “They miss you, especially Haven. They keep on asking me to find you or to meet up with you.”

  “I see, has anything happened?” I asked very cryptically, however Jane understood immediately.

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  “No, though there is probably something going on behind the scenes.” She responded.

  She meant that no major events had happened with them. However her wording worried me, I just had to hope that what was going on behind the scenes was good.

  “Thank You…” I said awkwardly.

  Walking through the gates I knew something was off. The crowds of people were all staring at me, that part was usual, but this time they were grinning happily.

  I immediately activated my power, if there was even one person who felt guilty I would be able to find something out. However, as expected there was nothing.

  I continued to walk forward ignoring the people around me. I sat at my desk, and quickly inspected it. There was no writing on my desk telling me to kill myself. There were no dead rodents or snakes in my desk to scare me.

  It was normal, or what other people would consider normal. For me it was awfully suspicious, for the people who hated my guts to suddenly stop bullying me. Combined with the grins, it told me they were planning something big.

  Class continued, and to my amazement, there was no bullying. No spitballs, airsoft guns, spray paints, small nicks with sharp objects, stealing, disruption, tripping, spraying with water, mud, or any interference of any kind.

  I activated my power on as many people as possible, which started getting me a headache as well as a stomach ache.

  There was nothing pertaining to my situation. I felt sick to my stomach seeing all the bad things people did. School continued, and there was no visit from Johnny. Only after he visits me could I continue my plans.

  The second school ended about a fourth of the class immediately got up and started running. Every movement was suspicious in my eyes, what were they planning?

  I had a quick conversation with Abby, before continuing.

  I walked behind the school to my usual route home. I could tell that there was a group following me, but what would they do? The second I turned to a blindspot around a corner, several people ran all at once.

  I took a quick glance around, to find out that I was surrounded. They were all the people in our school’s uniform, except for the fact they were wearing brown paper bags on their heads. The brown paper bags had two holes cut out for the eyes, and an evil grin drawn on it. I tried to push my way out of the circle but multiple people pushed back on me.

  “What do you want?” I asked, annoyed.

  “Justice.” A voice from behind said. I heard a sucking sound, and then a small whoosh.

  Something collided with my back, and it knocked all the air out of my lungs. I fell to my knees, and the circle around readjusted so I was in the middle again.

  The people with brown paper bags were standing shoulder to shoulder with mere inches in between them. I looked around and nozzles stuck out in between the people circling me.

  Paintball guns.

  I quickly scrambled into a ball protecting my head and neck. Right after parades of paintballs hit my back, sides, legs, and arms. Every single hit hurt like a bee sting and my entire body was growing sore.

  Two minutes later, they all stopped. I didn’t immediately lift my head, but slowly looked around.

  They were reloading their paintball guns, I heard a click and resumed my previous position.

  The rain of paint started again, I could barely feel the paint slipping inside of my clothes.

  What do I do?

  What do I do?

  What do I do? I asked myself over and over again.

  What If I can’t go to school tomorrow? The terrifying thought came across me.