Power

The next day I woke up in a tent. I went to my mom who was outside cooking I asked her were we were and she told me "you needn't to know that yet child" she said things like this all the time meaning I am not supposed to know at my age. I wanted for dad to come say good morning after he had woken up. " good morning pumpkin" he said. Good night sleep? "Yup" I replied as I did every morning. Once we had sat down to eat breakfast my parents heard a noise it sounded big and something round and black almost hit my moms arm she was able to move her arm though. She instructed me into the tent while her and her dad grabbed long black things and filled them with the thing mom had dodged. They told me stay in the tent. I heard more loud noises and ran out my mom was on the floor holding my dad in her arms he was bleeding and she was crying I saw some guy in a bush I was so sad and so angry the only time my mom had cried was when her grandmothers died. I shot a bright blue blast out of my palm and the man looked like my dad mom mom look shocked. She hurried into the car with dad and asked me how I did that I simply said " I just felt it"