CHAPTER 3 : THE BOWL OF CEREALS

" POP ! ". A hand made out of black smoke popped out of the bowl. It was from my nightmare ! I threw the bowl right on to the wall. The bowl broke. I could'nt explain anything. My sister giggled at me and left for school as my mother fired me for breaking the bowl. I stared at the wet wall drenched with milk and cereals. I was so pissed off and confused... like what ? why ?, most importantly how ? I got into the bus still thinking about it. As I sat on my seat I smelled something burning....the black smoke. It was coming from my hand. I screamed " AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH "

TO BE CONTINUED...

BY CHINMAYAN