Hit Squad (26 page)

Ketty and I spend a lot of time together – she’s back to her running. She’s out in the grounds every morning – the fields and wood here aren’t as big as at the old
school, but Ketty says she prefers it.

If she’s happy, I’m happy. It’s funny thinking how I was just one year ago, when I first found out I had the Medusa gene. So much has happened since. Sometimes I feel like a
different person from the one I was then. I’m certainly more thoughtful. More careful.

Every now and then I go out into the wood to meet Ketty after her run. I stand in a spot that reminds me of that moment twelve months ago when I tried to show her my telekinesis by making a
stick on the ground travel telekinetically. I usually try and move a twig or two. Old habits die hard, as they say.

But, just like back then, nothing ever happens.

If I’m honest, I kind of miss how special having the power of telekinesis made me feel. Then I remember how hard life was before.

I mean, I like things the way they are. I don’t want the stick on the ground to twitch. And yet, part of me can’t help wondering.

What would happen if it did?