‘Why don’t they take you seriously about Fred? he asked her after she switched off the TV.‘They just think it’s too ridiculous and besides that, they know how much I’ve missed Fred so they basically think I’m delusional. And they haven’t watched the news yet because they just got back.’‘But you do know that if they do find out about this then they’re probably gonna go off the rails?’‘Would it be my fault though?’ she defended herself. ‘Anyway…what did you think of the movie?’ she suddenly changed the subject.He released his gaze from her and turned it to the blank TV. He sighed, ‘I think it was great.’‘I know, right?’ she grinned, ‘I always cry when I watch it alone.’ She began rocking back and forth on her seat.‘Samantha..?’ he began after an awkward moment of silence.‘Yes..?’&lsq

When nightfall came, Brendan put on his balaclava and used his super speed to get to the police station. He tore the fence apart easily as one would a piece of thread then he rushed to the back of the building.The police station was a small building with a verandah in the front. There was not much grass surrounding the building. The porch lights had already been lit. One of the windows was slightly closed but not locked.Brendan slowly and silently opened it and pulled apart the burglar bars then climbed in through the window. The police station was where the prisoners were detained while awaiting trial. There was a corridor in-between the building and to the right were five prison cells. He kept walking, glancing in the prison cells for the Finch. Four of the cells were empty until he got to the fifth one which was also the last prison cell. A woman was sitting on her bed wearing inmate clothes. They were black overalls. Black was the color of overalls worn by pris

‘Your dad committed suicide?!’ Owen asked him, his mouth wide open, a spoon loaded with cereal waiting halfway from his mouth.‘It’s a long story,’ Brendan replied. He did not want to re-think the whole scene, coming home to find Howard on the floor with medicine bottles lying next to him.‘You have cars too?’ Simon asked.‘Yes…two luxury cars and two sports cars.’‘Where are they?’ Simon asked again, this time with zest in his voice.‘Didn’t you see them? They’re at your house.’‘Really?! I must have missed them; I must go see them.’ He stood up and so did Owen. They had all finished breakfast.‘By the way, Brendan, school opens tomorrow,’ Owen informed him.‘You did just mention the Dance a few seconds ago,’ he said in an all-knowing manner. ‘The only thing I want to know is how they managed to repair the

‘Yes, Brendan? she responded, having recognized his voice. Her face was absorbed in the pop quiz papers she was marking. She was marking with such amazing speed, as if she was only comparing the answers with the names of the students.‘Do you happen to have the book, “MAGIC AND SCIENCE” with you?’She paused for a while as if trying to process his question. She finally said, ‘That book been boycotted by mayor. The principal told me to burn it immediately.’‘I just want to use it for a Science project.’She placed her chin in her palm and focused her gaze on her desk now looking deep in thought, then after a while, she jerked her gaze from her desk and turned it to him. She pulled her chair away from her desk and opened a drawer beneath it and took out a huge and heavy-looking hard covered book with the title, “MAGIC AND SCIENCE” at the very top. She placed the book in his outstretched hands. ‘Make it quick. If I seen giving you this book then I would be in big trouble an

‘No!!’ Owen shouted out of irritation. He turned to Brendan, ‘I didn’t quite understand what kind of language they were talking about, it wasn’t important to me anyway but..,’ his eyebrows helped him form a frown of suspicion, ‘…where did you hear the people talking about it, Brendan?’ he asked him.‘I… I heard some two guys talking about it and I just got curious. Anyway, how is your father taking the boycott of his book?’ he changed to another subject.‘He’s a broken man, but he’ll be fine,’ answered Owen. ‘He says the world will thank him one day because of something he’s currently working on.’‘Do you know what he’s working on?’ Brendan asked.‘He never allows me into his lab. He says he will when I turn nineteen.’‘Oh, man…when will she stop?!’ Simon’s expression turned into disappoint