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“No vaporizations.”
    Wei smiled sweetly. “Just kidding, Sarah!”
    Just kidding . With the ability to spontaneously create fire with the power of his mind, Sarah knew that Wei was more than able to set the entire apartment ablaze on a whim.
    Putting that disturbing thought aside, Sarah passed through the lounge in the direction of the kitchen. A blonde-haired girl a little younger than Wei sat in front of the TV playing an Xbox game. Louise didn’t look round as they entered, so intent was she on manoeuvring a car through an exploding building. The only unusual thing about the scene was that she wasn’t using the controller – opting instead to play the game using telekinetic power alone. This allowed for incredibly fast reaction times – she always got the high score. Louise blinked and a rival car exploded to make way for hers.
    On the sofa, Nestor looked up from a book. “Let me help,” he said, moving his tall frame off the couch. The same age as Sarah, he was a dark-skinned Colombian kid with friendly eyes that put people at ease the minute they met him. When things had been tough over the previous six months, Sarah had often been glad that she had Nestor to back her up.
    She gave him the bag of vegetables and looked round the apartment for his twin brother. “Where’s Octavio?”
    Nestor gave a sigh as they walked into the kitchen and began emptying the bags. “Out on the balcony. Sulking again.”
    â€œLouise?” she asked and Nestor nodded.
    Although, at fifteen, Octavio was six years older than Louise, a natural rivalry had grown up between them during the few months they had been together as a group. This was probably the result of the almost identical ability they shared – telekinesis allowed them to move or control objects from a distance with the power of their mind alone. What really rankled Octavio was that a kid almost half his age could equal him in most areas.
    â€œI’ll talk to him,” Sarah said. “Put this stuff away, will you?”
    She left the kitchen and walked back through the lounge. Wei was now sitting next to Louise, cross-legged on the floor, content to watch her play for hours on end. The two of them were inseparable. Sarah walked past them and slid open the door onto the narrow balcony outside.
    Octavio sat slumped in a plastic folding chair at the other end of the balcony. He didn’t look round as she closed the door behind her and leaned against the railing. Although they were twins, Octavio’s temperament was the complete opposite to Nestor’s optimistic openness. His dark hair fell all around his face, completely obscuring his expression, and Sarah knew he would be staring blankly at his feet – mind full of dark, unspoken thoughts that she didn’t try to read. Octavio could tell when she was inside his head and it drove him into a temper. Also, she knew it wasn’t fair to use her telepathic power on her friends – who wants to be around someone who can read your mind all the time?
    â€œAre you okay?” she said finally, taking a breath of fresh air. At least the balcony was free of the musty smell that infected the entire apartment.
    Octavio grunted, bobbing his head fractionally. He needs a haircut , she thought. We all do . Then she laughed out loud at her maternal concern.
    Octavio’s head jerked round at the sound. “What?” he asked indignantly.
    â€œNothing,” she replied. “Just that I’m turning into my mum.”
    Octavio sneered. “Some mother. You’ve brought us to live in a slum.”
    Sarah bit her tongue and looked out at the other two towers on the estate. Most of Melbourne’s suburbs were made up of single-storey buildings, so the towers stood out like sore fingers. In the nearest one, just a couple of hundred metres away, she could hear music playing in the apartments and the sound of a couple arguing.
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