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Eli peered into the pool. Under the soft currents, thirty or more children floated aimlessly, their big black eyes distilled.

Moving faster than anything he'd ever seen, it was leaving a trail of pink, green, and orange fire behind it.

I start to panic. Scream, curse. Kick the seat in front of me. Try as hard as I can to set myself free.

The bathtub had become a sea of red.

A PETE CHAMBERS STORY

Goodbye to all my friends at home Goodbye to people I've trusted I've got to go out and make my way I might get rich you know I might get busted..