Evanescence

Staring at his ragged purple sneakers in annoyance as the sounds of carefree laughter pounded in his ears. As all the other children squealed and screamed while playing their foolish callow games.

It wasn't fair that they all were having fun. Not when he was sitting on the decrepit swingset, alone, with no one wanting to play with him.

It wasn't right.

Fury bubbled inside him.

Other kids playing, running past him. Earsplitting screeches of You're it!

No one had invited him to join in. In fact, ever since he'd joined the fifth grade of this stupid, clannish elementary school, no one had ever been welcoming. When the teacher introduced him to the class, fabricated, over-the-top smiles were thrown his way, but every one of them dissolved as soon as there was no overseer around.

What a pretentious group of juveniles.

Why?

Probably because they knew that his dad was dead and that his mom had abandoned him when he was seven, and that now he resided with a neglegint foster family in the slums of this artificial town.

Well, the joke was on them. If only they knew what he could do, if only they knew why his mother had fled from utter terror.

Another classmate sprinting by in a fit of chuckles, and that was it for him.

He stared at the boy, face devoid of emotion.

Thundering violet clouds twisted over the cobalt sky, immersing the playground below in an ominous dark haze.

Time froze, if but for a moment.

All went silent.

And the classmate was gone.

The boy sprung out of the swingset, and strolled off, a faint smirk on his face.

Good riddance, he thought.

None of them will ever see him again.