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“You have to control your power, or it will poison your mind. Corrupt your core.” Clearly, there was still so much I didn’t know about my power. Heck, it still felt so weird to say or even think “My Power.” While these thoughts crossed my mind, I inhaled deeply and slowly, taking Liya’s advice because the last thing I wanted was to become a corrupt person with dark powers. However, my lips quirked into a smirk when I thought about blasting Allison into a wall or maybe Kaylee or Jett— “That’s no way to calm your mind, Haylee. C’mon.” Liya was quick to snap me out of my dark thoughts, even though she also knew it would be satisfying to hear Allison scream or Kaylee cry for help.

That’s their plan. I move closer to the edge, slipping my legs through the bottom of the rail. The breeze kisses my skin, lapping my feet. If I drag myself just a little lower, I’ll disappear into the ocean’s blackness. Think good thoughts, I tell myself. So I force myself to remember…

My father said to me “Dad you're right, actually a lot has been on my mind lately and I have been thinking a lot, how did you know about that?” “Honey I think it's one of the reasons why your powers cannot detect your particular thought because you had a lot on your mind, next time before you practice or use your wers take a deep breath and take some minutes to disperse every thought that you have make sure your mind is clean and focussed on a particular thought and that should be the power you wanted to use at that time and trust me honey it's going to work” Dad explained while I listened carefully. “Thank you dad”

“No tests.” Her shoulders dropped slightly. “No pain. No machines. No fear so don’t be worried,” I added gently as I pulled a feather from my pocket and placed it on my palm. “Voss taught us that power has to be forced,” I said. “That it comes out when we’re scared or angry.” Paloma nodded slowly. “But that’s not true,” I continued. “Power listens and it follows how you feel.” I glanced at her. “You’re not broken, Paloma.. No one here is..”

Maybe it was a good threat I could keep in mind, but it was comical as well to think about everything, it was just funny to think she had that idea. A violent shudder rolled through me. My eyes closed as the warm thought sank through my skin and sent a hum through my veins. Her last word in the message she sent did soften me “Think of only one good thing, one thing, and process it in your mind. " I tired to think in-between everything just as she had said as if I felt goose bumps on the.back of my neck.

She began to tremble. This is not real. This is not happening. Her eyes was deceiving her. The video… “Sandra!” Sandra looked down and saw her friends approaching her, their expressions filled with worry. “We're so sorry! We told the event planner to play the recorded videos of you at a young age,” Lily was saying. “But when he inserted the disk, this video showed instead,” said Vera . It can't be. It can't be. “Sandra?” Katy turned to the tech guy and shouted:

The network pulsed again. And this time It didn’t feel like interference. It felt like persuasion. A subtle shift. A suggestion embedded in thought. A possibility placed where certainty used to be. And I hated how effective it was. Because I could feel it spreading. Not violently. Not forcefully. Naturally. Like a thought you don’t realize you’re repeating until it becomes yours. My hands shook slightly. Nathan steadied me instantly. “Lila, don’t let him push you into reaction loops,” he said firmly.

Filled with the scent of different flowers indicating that the park near their apartment had bloomed to its full. He was typing his research papers for almost four hours straight. Pressing the FULL STOP key made him realize that his fingers are so tired. He didn’t feel the pain before as he was so concentrated on his work. The clock was ticking 5 o'clock in the evening. He saved the document before shutting his laptop down.

He had taken an urgent team-building order from a large company that afternoon, earning over 100 dollars just from the delivery fees and tips. Watching him drive away on his motorcycle, I smiled involuntarily. My "powerful words" used to be a knife hanging over others' heads, a jinx that only brought disaster, but after leaving that dark place full of suspicion and malice, the power had transformed into a blessing that could bring good fortune. The wind chimes jingled, and a beautiful woman in plain clothes walked in. She was the young police officer who, despite the Shaw family's pressure, had insisted on collecting evidence to uncover the truth in the emergency room corridor.

I asked in a tone full of playful challenges. He froze. "What?" I scoffed at him. "Cole slept over at my house last night, you know, and the runes almost acted out again, but I fought them off by thinking of good memories and things that make me happy... and it worked." "Hmm... makes sense," Darren said as he returned to his desk. "What do you mean?" I asked curiously. "Pure energy, positivity thoughts. Those things will fight demonic forces." Then, I realized that his desk was also covered with stacks of textbooks and papers.