My name is Melody Estrada. I turned fifteen recently and sinse then I've been transported from hospital, to bedlam, to nuthouses across America. Anyway, I shouldn't rattle off my whole life story. Plus, being on the run doesn't allow me to reveal my personal information. I'm sure it's a problem all young women face.
Back to my situation. I've been through several labs, office, crazy, big upholstered rooms, etc. This was the ugliest by far. After examining my velcro straps, I realized being an extremely dangerous, wanted teenager had some exciting outcomes.
Oh, wait, I lied. This was the most boring thing
that could happen to me.
Why was I locked in a lab/office/whatever? because I'm a very special person. Like most people locked up in crazy house, I'm not crazy. There is one thing about me that makes me... different.
I'm telepathic. (For all those who don't know what that means, you may as well stop reading, or go find your nearest Websters dictionary.)
It's a fun power. Moving stuff around with my mind is pretty exhilirating. But wait, there's more! I'm way stronger than your average girl. While those chicks are lifting a 2 pound dumbell, I can lift a 200 pound... thing or whatever.
Being mega strong kinda comes in handy when you're being held down by velcro straps. I pushed the straps up, breaking them down to little stringy things.
Rant, Rant, Rant!
Panicing, I searched franticly for what I had broken, touched, or even thought about touching. Then I saw the red laser lights floating above the broken straps. How did I not see those!? Now was time for one of my ingenius get aways, leaping off the lab table, I prepared for the worst.
And hell yea, did it come.
