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exited the room for just a few seconds. Then the taunting started flooding in again like a sea of water shoving through a dam. She was spent. She dropped her hands from her face in surrender and the room fell into abrupt silence. She looked around in bewilderment. Why are they quiet all of a sudden? . The crowd had a collective look of utter astonishment on their faces. Their mouths dropped and their eyes were wide. She looked over toward the room where she and Isaiah had been and he was standing in the doorway just as astonished as the rest of the room. The girl who was rude to her earlier at the prom walked over to Cameron and was studying her face as if she were a science experiment. Then she began to poke at her cheeks. Cameron grabbed her wrist.
    “What are you doing!? As if laughing at me wasn’t enough. Now you want to make me feel less than human!!?” She threw her arm away. “Just leave me alone.”
    She walked toward the door and the crowd slowly parted.
    “It was real!” The rude girl exclaimed in amazement.
    Cameron stopped amidst the crowd and looked back at her. In a fit of rage she charged toward the skinny girl, but right before she could pound her face in, someone placed a hand held mirror right in between them. She was stupefied. The reflection wasn’t hers. She looked behind the mirror to see if it was some sort of trick, but it was real. She staggered backward with her hand over her mouth.
    “Whose reflection is that?”
    “It’s yours.” The girl said.
    “W-what? No. It can’t be.” She turned to go and as she was making her escape she caught a glimpse of her new self in the mirror beside the door.
    “What in the world has happened to me?” She touched her face and examined it up close. The crowd, still amazed, watched her in silence. She closed one eye and stuck out her tongue to see if it was really her.
    “It’s really me…I…I’m…pretty!”
    George and the Australian had been experimenting on each other for hours in the lab. They each were hooked up to rods and IV’s that were used for testing. They were trying to determine whether their new-found powers were in their DNA structure or if they were only environmental.  Within only two hours, George had created a family of green rodents, a model-sized metal house, a pair of yellow shoes and a small tree with black leaves. It was becoming easier for him to create things just by thinking of them, but he was beginning to understand that he needed a broader imagination to create more things and to make sure the projection was strong enough to not fade like how the forest faded when he went to the surface. The Australian was also honing in on his skills. He discovered that with just a thought and strong belief he could teleport anywhere that his mind could imagine. He closed his eyes and teleported to the front of the testing facility where the security guard was sleeping inside his glass office. The Australian wanted to have a little fun. He teleported inside the glass office and with a loud “BOO!” woke the security guard from his peaceful slumber. The guard jumped up and immediately grabbed the gun from his side, but was too late; the phantom was gone.
    “Amazing!” The Australian exclaimed as he appeared back in the lab.
    “What?” George asked.
    “I can go almost anywhere…even places where no one else can.”
    “Yea well be careful not to get caught. We don’t know if we’re the only ones with powers yet. If we get found out they’ll use us like human Guinean pigs,” George said.
    “They wouldn’t be able to catch us even if they knew. I’d just teleport somewhere and hide. You could tear them in half with just a thought.”
    “I don’t think I’m able to control what already exists,” George said as he was taking his own blood.
    “What do you mean?” the Australian asked.
    “I mean I can’t manipulate things that are outside of my own creations. I’m not telepathic. I can only create and control my own