“Protomono,” I uttered. It was the spell that would ensure that I would be the first one in line.

I confidently took my place at the back of the lengthy line to the check-in for the hotel. After a while, someone called, “You can line up here too!”
I didn’t even have to move fast, I got to the front desk before anyone else.
“How may I help you?” the woman asked. She wore glasses, and her hair was swirled in such a tight bun, it gave the impression that her hair would be pulled out of her scalp.
“Pseudocred,” I told her, “My name is uh, Caitlyn Kate, I’m over 20 and I would like to check-in please.” In truth, my name was actually Drew Hill, I’m 15, and Caitlyn is one of my cousin’s names.

“All right,” she typed some stuff on a computer then said, “I am sorry, but there are no one-person suites open at the moment.”
“Oh great,” I murmured, “when is there going to be one open?”
She peered at the computer screen, “In an hour or so, but we already have twenty one people reserved for one-suite rooms.”
“Oh,” I said, “how about the double suite rooms? Are there any rooms available?”
“I’m sorry, no,” she gave me an apologetic smile. Ugh, why are you people smiling so much?
To make sure I said, “Veridict,” then, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” she said, “I’m sure.”
I considered either breaking into a random room in the hotel, or just break into another house or hotel.
Houses had more useful things, and less security, so I chose the houses.
I went towards the neighborhood, I saw some yellow patches in the grass. Bored, I said, “Bioflor.” Where I went near, the grass turned greener and flowers bloomed. I grinned in spite of myself.

I put my hand over my mouth, “Neohydro.” Water squirted out of my hand straight into my mouth. I wiped my mouth on my sleeve.

I spotted a police car. Instinctively, I said, “Velomega” I turned a bit taller than I was.

The police car passed by, then I heard the sound of a car stopping. I disguised looking as sitting down on a nearby bench. I looked at the car through the corner of my eye.
A police officer was coming out, walking not towards me, but to the hotel.
“Benescope,” I muttered.

I looked through the window, thanks to my good sight, I could see him talking to the woman at the front desk. Then he pulled out a piece of paper and showed it to her.
At once, I stood up and began strolling away, I knew that that paper must be my mug shot or something.
I had only escaped less than 24 hours ago, so it wasn’t a surprise that the fuzz were looking for me. I had even seen myself on television.
“Are you that escapee from that juvenile prison place?” someone accused.
I whirled around to see a guy around 16 with disheveled dark hair with nerdy glasses, holding hands with another girl. The girl was looking at me a bit apologetically, and the guy glared at me.
How did he know that? I’m wearing sunglasses for goodness sake!
“No…” I said, “what are you talking about? Was there a prison break?”
“Yeah, there was,” the boy said. “You look a lot like the girl who escaped. Same hair, nose, mouth, eyes,” he stared at my face. He must be looking really closely to be able to see through my shades.
The girl rolled her eyes, “You’re an idiot Noah, you can’t just go accusing her of being a fugitive, just leave her alone.” She turned and walked away.
“Alright! Wait!” he turned to me, “I’m watching you…”
Noah turned back around. Suddenly he whirled around again and smacked my sunglasses straight off my nose.
“AHA!” he cried triumphantly, “You look exactly like that girl!” He dug into his pockets and took out a crumpled piece of paper. It was a news article about me.
“Found it on the floor,” he said smugly.
“Are all you New Yorkers this rude?” I snapped. I picked up my sunglasses and put them back on, “I’m leaving. Good day.”
I turned and fast walked away.
“HEY! STOP!” he yelled.
“Ughh…” I’m really getting tired of this guy, “Teletrans”.

I reappeared in an alley near the building. I leaned against the wall and listened to what he was saying.
“Sammy, it’s her! I know it is! Her face is exactly the same!”
“Noah you know—” Sammy started.
“No really! I’m sure! A hundred percent sure!”
“Alright, but if you’re wrong I swear—”
“I’m not! She teleported away!She teleported! Didn’t you see?”
“Well yeah, but—”
“You know how in the news they keep saying her escape was like magic! There were no holes, no broken windows, and none of the other kids there knew how she did it, just that strange things happen around her!”
That was it, I sneaked up behind them, “Inmem.”

Sammy suddenly froze, then scratched her head, “What’s happening?”
Noah stared at me with a horrified expression, “What…what did you do?”
“Erased her recent memories,” I said.
“But…you can’t do that!”
“Sure I can, and you’ll get a worse fate than her.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry, this isn’t permanent,” I said. “Inmem, Petrpopu,”.

I strolled away as he slowly turned to stone.
“There she is!” someone yelled.
I whipped around, policemen.
Oh God, I took off running, then muttered, “Polypub.” Immediately five more identicle copies of me took off in other directions.

I reached a front yard. I looked at the dark windows, newspapers were everywhere, and I couldn’t hear any sound coming from the inside.
“Teletrans!” I teleported right inside, in front of the front door.
I peeked out the window, no policemen in sight.
I slid down the door with relief.
Some barking got my attention.
Bracing for the worst, I turned and saw a dog.
He growled at me, then got ready to pounce.