The mini prophet—this was what they called him—not only stared out the window this time but suddenly stood and picked up the fist-size magnet they used for physics experiments and threw it at the window. The glass blasted into fragments with a huge bang. The children sitting nearby ran screaming towards the door or ducking beneath their desks, but Josh wasn’t finished. He grabbed one of his classmate’s books and threw it through the broken window, then another one, and another. Mr Monroe caught his hand and shook him back to reality.
“Josh, stop it!” he shouted at Josh until the boy’s dimmed eyes finally cleared. “What are you doing?”
Josh didn’t speak. He also wanted to understand what was going on around him.
“The birdman,” he whispered, but Mr Monroe didn’t hear in all the upheaval.
