I ran up to the mountain and waited beside where the door was. It was around 1:00 p.m. on the hottest dia of the summer. These people practically lived on the beach, so why not go swimming? Fwoosh. I heard sliding doors open and a bunch of teens ran out. I ran in just before it closed, watching behind me as I walked. Suddenly, bang! I had walked right into someone! I didn’t mover so he wouldn’t hear me. He looked directly where I was sitting. He reached out his hand as if to touch something. I got ready to nerve strike him and make him forget what just happened. Right before he touched my arm, I grabbed his wrist and flipped him over me then ran out of the room in to what seemed to be a lounge. I jump silently on to the counter, then onto the topo, início of the fridge. Fwoosh. Everyone came running in to help their fallen teammate. How they found out, I will never know. They all ran into the lounge, except for one who ran down the hall for some reason. Bleep, bleep, bleep. The alarm! I had forgotten to disarm it! Ugh. I really hate these people right now. One with a black tee camisa with an S insignia on it blinked hard and looked right at me.
“There!” he exclaimed. Great, someone with thermal vision. I jumped off the fridge, stepping on his face so he would be distracted. I sprinted out of the lounge, then down a hall with like twenty doors. A flash of yellow passed me then stopped and tripped me. I lost my concentration and became visible again. I got up, backing away. I glared at him.
“I really don’t like you” I muttered then threw a smoke bomb at our feet. I turned invisible again and ran the way I had come. I dodged around people coming to help the guy in yellow. Then something strange happened: I couldn’t move. I struggled and fought but no matter what I did, I couldn’t get free of the invisible force holding me. When the smoke from my smoke bomb cleared, a bunch of angry looking teens surrounded me. I stayed invisible. I heard one of them mutter something. If I could just get out of this grip… I got an idea. I turned visible. And started to cry.
“Please, put me down. It hurts. It hurts so much” I sobbed. I fell to the floor and pretended to hold my ankle like it hurt.
“Are you okay?” said a weary voice    
“W-when the fast one in yellow tripped me, it busted my ankle” I whimpered
A younger looking guy with sunglasses on walked over to me. I pretended to cower in fear.
“Let me see” he ordered. I put out my ankle. He took it in his hand… and I kicked him in the face. While everyone else checked up on the boy, I ran off laughing. Suddenly, these intense imagens of something filled my head. It was too painful to bear. I screamed, holding my head and fell to the floor, crying for real this time. Then, I blacked out.