Capítulo 9: Detention Already?

Have you ever been hit by a car, or a bus and you feel like you just want to die because of the pain? Well that along with some very colorful curse words are flowing through my head as I hit my back on a ridiculously strong window. My body flew against the the window and a flood of pain went up my spine before I fall onto the cold pavement that was way too clean for my liking, I mean jeez ya'll ain't got no dirt in here or something? Groaning I lifted my head which was a bad mistake on my part as my ears rang like a bunch of old chalks rubbed against a rough board. I held my throbbing head to be met with muffled screaming of my name. "Mo....mo.....MOVE!" I heard that last word loud and clear as I rolled to side before the gas smashed into the floor. Students were screaming and some ran outside hopefully to get a teacher, nope, they ran the other way. The hard gas then picked up a desk and threw it at me which I must say is impressive given that it was the teacher's desk. I prepared to catch it when it seemed to stop in mid air. I looked out at my outstretched hands in shock. Hold up, I feel no tingling or pulsing or anything of the sort plus I don't think anyone in my family has this power. My suspicions were correct as I saw a sweaty and panting Hope with her hands out and pink energy wrapped around it. 'Telekinesis and heightened senses, what a weird combo' I thought as I stopped paying attention to the hard gas in front of me. It then phased through around the table and went straight for me. "Alright you piece of air, bring it" I ran towards and met it halfway then jumped high in the air with my fist raised. Our bodies connected and let me tell you, worst idea yet. The hard gas cracked, yes you heard me, cracked and so did my hand which hurt like a bitch. I landed and the gas retreated and I wondered why only to see the desk that Hope was holding with her ability flying towards me again at alarming speed. Okay so note to self, don't let Hope hold back a moving object too long because it will pick up speed. With the table flying towards me, my brain fell into a frenzy of possible solutions to this problem. Should I catch it? no the speed is too strong, I'm strong as well but it will seriously hurt if I caught it wrong. Should I punch it? nope, my right hand is already effed up and I'm not really good at punching with my left hand. I could jump but without but hands to balance myself, I might jump too high or too low. With no other left I swallowed my pride and did a split, yes you heard right, a full split all the way down. Taking dance classes with my mom really paid off and I must thank her for saving my hide. The desk flew over my head and crashed in the window which cracked it. I immediately got up and prayed to god that no one saw that and much to my disappointment, everyone did. Heck, some people are even videoing this instead of helping me. 'Trust and count on my ass' I thought as the gas came for me again but now I was prepared. Sure my body was hurting and my hands were messed up but still, I was prepared. It flew towards me and I took a chair and threw it at the smoke but, you know, god hates me so the gas parted before coming at me again. I closed my eyes and prayed that god at least lets me enter heaven because hell does not sound like fun. Awaiting my impending death. I heard sizzling and bickering among the students.