Mysterious Murder
The police are outside. They’ve asked me questions. I’ve told them the truth. Except this: my name is Opal James, and I have a special power. I can move things with my mind.
I go outside. Just as I open the door, policemen grab and shove me into a car. “What are you doing!?” I ask, struggling. “I am arresting you under the charges of murder.” The constables start the car. “I didn’t kill anyone!” “Come.” The constable pushes me into the police station. When walk in, I am shoved into a room. A man sits down at the table. There’s a glass wall between us. “Sit,” he says. I swallow hard. “No.” “Fine.” I notice that, on a projector screen, there’s a picture of me, standing beside a dead man.
“That wasn’t me!” I run for the door. It’s locked. The man holds a key. I tell myself not to, but I do. I pull the key from his hand. But glass stands between us. I pull hard on the key. I’ve moved larger things with my mind, but never through glass. Soon the key is in my hand. But it doesn’t go in the lock. I flip the key over, it doesn’t fit. The man smiles. “Just as I thought, come.” “I’m not going anywhere with you.” “I can help you stay out of prison.” He leads me down the hall, into a room, and shuts the door with his mind! I feel my stomach churning. I need to get out of here. So I run. “Wait!” The man says, but I’m already running towards the doors. The police run after me. I hear a horrible high-pitched noise. I scream. My ears are filled with pain, all I can hear is the noise. I start yelling for it to stop, but it gets louder. I look behind me and see policemen running towards me. My eyes fill with tears. I trip and fall. Pain races to my head. The pain increases as I trip again. I can’t see. Then I slip. I’m falling through midair. I conjure up the energy to wipe tears from my eyes. I see a road below me. I fell off a cliff. It takes me a second to realize that I’m frozen in midair. I try to look up, but my head and neck are in too much pain. The last thing I see before I go unconscious, is a man, at the top of the cliff, using powers to keep me alive. I don’t know what he wants with me, but I’m sure I’d rather die.
(Winner in Polar Expressions Publishing Contest 2015-16) Jasmine Texiera, Grade 7, Dundas Central Public School