The sunset over Miami painted the sky in shades of tangerine and violet, but Grachi Alonso barely noticed. She was hovering—literally—three feet above her bed, her textbooks floating in a slow orbit around her. A tiny, stubborn flame danced on her fingertip, refusing to be extinguished.
But her mind was a storm. Lately, her powers had been… different. Unpredictable. Yesterday, she’d tried to levitate a pencil during a boring history lecture and accidentally turned Mr. Harrison’s toupee a brilliant shade of fuchsia. The class had roared with laughter. Mr. Harrison had not. grachi in english
"You set off the smoke alarm in the garage again?" he asked, climbing inside with the ease of long practice. The sunset over Miami painted the sky in
Daniel pocketed his phone and nodded. "Laughter." But her mind was a storm
"Ugh!" she groaned, burying her face in her pillow.