I Go

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"You stop right now young lady," my mother yells as we walk into the apartment. "Why should I, mom? You lied to me. You said I wasn't adopted," I screamed back. "You weren't adopted. You were dropped at our house. At least I didn't give you up to the orphanage after your father died," she argued back. "You never liked me," I yelled with even more power, "I can still use my powers." "You better not," she yelled. Being a fire talent can be fun and deadly. I can't get angry or i'll throw fire everywhere. Since she enraged me, I threw a fireball toward the kitchen. "What have you done? Your such a freak," she yelled. A freak mimicked in my head. I ran. Into the city, I stole a couple of food. I have to get out of here. Some marketer earlier on in the year gave me a magic bean. At the time I didn't believe it, but now I've got to try. I throw it down on the ground and jump. I landed on a different place. "Hello," a British voice behind me said. "Who are you? I have powers so I wouldn't make me mad," I say very irritated. "Did I forget to introduce myself? I'm Peter, Peter Pan," he says with a devilish grin.

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