Uh-oh. This was not OK. Tommy was upset, and when Tommy was upset, weird things started happening around him. He wasn't very good yet at controlling his power. Heck, he hadn't even known what it was until about a year earlier! He'd been a late bloomer, and now he was completely out of control. He could only rarely perform telekinetic acts on purpose. For the most part, they just happened randomly around him.
Especially when he was worked up, which he was at the moment. Tommy had finally gotten up the guts to tell Sophia that he liked her, and she hadn't taken it well. She'd actually laughed in his face, as though he were making some kind of a joke. He'd told her that, no, he wasn't joking. He was completely serious. And then she'd looked at him with pity in her eyes and told him that she wasn't interested and never would be.
So ... yeah. Ouch.
And now he was standing alone in an empty classroom, hoping to get out of it and head home, but he couldn't because he'd accidentally made three desks go flying toward the door and slam up against it. He wasn't sure what to do. As he approached the pile of desks, it shuddered ominously as though it were about to fall on top of him. He jerked in surprise, and an entire standing cabinet toppled over onto its side, nearly hitting him. Finally, he got up the nerve to reach out for one of the desks, and it fell onto his hand, leaving a large laceration across his palm.
"Crap!" Tommy exclaimed, closing his hand, then yelping in pain, then wrapping it up in his shirt. The blood soaked through quickly. What was he going to do?