weren’t talking about his power. Parker tried
to think of something to keep the conversation
going, but then the warning bell rang. They all
set off toward their next classes. “Are you going
to be at rehearsal?” Yuan asked Parker.
“Yeah,” he said. “I mean I’ll be in the
workshop, but I guess I’ll technically be there.”
“Cool,” she said. “I’ll stop by and say hey.”
***
In the workshop that afternoon, Parker was
painting the tree, which was a lot easier now.
He thought about using his mind to control the
brush, but he liked painting, and it felt better
to actually do something rather than just stand
there and control things with his mind.
Still . . . there was no reason not to make
it easier for himself. He used his ability to tilt
the top of the tree toward him. Normally he
would have had to use a ladder to reach the top
branches, but this was easier.
He paid close attention to the door,
listening carefully for the sounds of anyone
walking down the hallway outside the
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