Tommy Martinez POV
The swing set flew ten feet across the field.
I watched in shock as the heavy metal frame soared through the air like it weighed nothing. It crashed into the fence with a loud bang that made all the kids scream and run.
All except Emma.
She stood in the middle of the confusion, tears streaming down her face. Her hands were shining with a weird silver light that made my eyes hurt to look at.
"Emma!" I yelled, running toward her. "Emma, stop!"
The moment I grabbed her hand, the glowing stopped. The playground went quiet except for kids crying in the distance.
"I didn't mean to," Emma whispered. "Billy was being mean about my daddy, and I got really mad."
I looked around. Billy Chen was hiding behind the slide, his face white with fear. The other kids were pointing and chatting. Mrs. Garcia, the playground teacher, was running toward us with her phone out.
"We have to go," I said, pulling Emma toward the back gate. "Right now."
