My Greatest Powers Naomi Hanna Walter

I had only taken a couple of steps when I heard the barking and growling and could see two, massive dogs sprinting towards me. I am a survivor, so I ran as fast as my little legs could go. The seven meters of cement ahead of me, stretched and warped until it became a one-hundred-meter racing track, and I was an Olympic runner charging ahead of all my opponents. But victory was short lived because I had reached a crossroad, left or right. Left. I turned finding myself at the top of a set of stairs or in my eyes a steep chasm where one wrong move would send me hurtling to my death. But as the breath of the beasts warmed my neck, I took each step down, careful but quick, determined to escape. Then relief. I had made it. I had escaped and braved this unfamiliar, business-building world. I am an adventurer.

It began when I found the lonely, red crayon, demanding me to fulfil its purpose. Anticipation opened my eyes, and I felt a thrill go through me. Our yellow walls were definitely boring and needed some decorating. So, I grabbed that crayon with my little hand and stood at the top of my stairs, ready to create something spectacular. I put the crayon against the wall and walked all the way down the stairs a bright, cherry-red line...