Elena Torres

"Lena what are you doing, what the hell is going on with you," Andrew half-yelled startled, as his oceanic eyes glared at me in confusion.

"I don't know, I'm not the one I swear," I curse, trying to catch my breath as we stood amidst the air. Our feet were not touching the ground, this reminds me of the floating brush.

Was it because I entered the paint house? Was it a restricted area? Are there more repercussions to face other than floating in the air? I wondered.

"How could ...