Writing kids books
I dash over and catch the ball before it hits his face. Everyone screams as I put it down. "Telekinesis? Wooooow!" "Do it again!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "dUDE MAKE THAT PENCIL FLOAT" yells one of them. I'd been following him around for this. I sigh, and pick it up, making it look as if it was rising on its own. They clap, and I feel that emotion again, pride? Mhm.