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/// My 6th period math teacher, Mr. Mulligan, was the most boring man


on the planet. If I wasn‘t drawing a battle between the Cylons and the Federation on the inside cover of my math notebook, I would have been asleep. While Mulligan droned on about multiplying negative fractions I saw the janitor, Joe Stern, out the window, riding around and around in circles on the Columbia Middle School lawn mower. I thought he had to be getting dizzy, just going in circles like that.


Mulligan‘s voice, the low humming of the motor through the closed windows, and the hot room became too much to handle. I watched a fly land on the windowsill and crawl around, buzzing on and off. Outside, Mr. Stern went around and around and around. My eyes began to close. I must have fallen asleep, because when the breeze hit my face, I


woke up standing in the fresh cut grass outside. The janitor turned just in time to avoid running me over. I stood there blinking. I didn‘t know how I got there. I told them, but they didn‘t believe me. I got three days of detention for leaving the building without a pass.


/// By the time I was in high school, it had happened enough times that I


realized I might end up wherever my attention focused. I was jumpy and nervous, worrying that it would happen unexpectedly. My grades were horrible, I wasn‘t sleeping. I met Alice in the cafeteria. She sat next to me and said, ―I remember


you from middle school. I was in Mulligan‘s class that day, and I saw you disappear.‖ We became pretty good friends. She told me, ―You have a gift, Sammy. You should practice it to make it stronger, like a muscle.‖ She wanted to help. My mom had gone back to work, so there was nobody to bother us at


my house. Alice suggested I try simple moves at first, like from the den to the bathroom. I discovered that all I had to do was clearly imagine one detail, like the pattern in the counter top or the way the chrome around the sink drain was chipped, and I would find myself sitting on the toilet or on the edge of the bathtub. A moment later Alice would call after me: ―Hey Sammy, you in there?‖ I wanted to teach her how I did it, but she didn‘t want to try. Once I grabbed her hand just before I moved, but she yanked it back and stormed


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