A ball soared over my head, fortunately enough no one in the direct path of the ball. I spat onto the floor feeling the muddy grass brushing against the hard worn edges of my old sandals. I looked over the fence and focused. I clicked my fingers trying to read odd patterns in the sky as the soggy blades of wheat flew into the white and fluffy clouds, intercepting the harsh glare of the sun. As a kid, I recognised that I was different. I saw visions of dreams that would come real, project thoughts to others without speaking a word. I longed for peace and serenity, just wishing there was someone else like me.

Sweat trickled down the side of my cheek. I sat there in the cramped corner of the alleyway. I hastily attempted what I just saw. Pinching myself over and over attempting to make sure I wasn't dreaming, I looked over at the multiple objects lying in front of me. ‘Telekinesis?’ I thought. I pictured the dirty and empty trashcan parallel to my bruised legs. Up it went and down the alleyway, making a loud echo down the ancient and dark path. The cracked tiles bellow me created a loud clacking noise bellow my sneakers. I aimed my fingers towards the dark path. The one dim streetlight peering down towards the empty path of sadness.