Princess By Nature (Prologue)
Everyone know that I was going to be different, I mean, how could they not. Everyone in my family had some kind of power, but not like mine. My parents thought they knew as soon as I was born. It was pretty obvious that I was a shape shifter, the way my hair and eyes kept changing color, along with my skin. My grandmother had the same power, so I guess they didn't think it was a big deal. The doctor was a family friend who happened to be one of us, but she was the only person outside of family who knew about it. No one bothered to try and figure out if I had more than one power, I mean, no one ever did. It was unheard of. I was unheard of, and no one understood, except for me.
That changed when I turned four. I was so small and I had no idea what was going on when I started hearing voices when no one was speaking. After a week of hearing them, I started trying to talk to them, not even realizing they had the same voices as my parents. They were so surprised when I did that. About a week later, my mom asked me to set the table, and was shocked when the played started moving on there own. About five days later, my grandfather from my mother's side came over, and he had telepathy, do he tried using it on me, but he couldn't. I told him I learned how to block the voices out.
No one thought much of it until a few weeks later when I was talking to my mother prickly with my telepathy. I asked her to show my her power. She had Telekinesis, and she used it to lift a cup. I had to concentrate really hard, but I asked her to use her powers again, and she couldn't. I was so proud, but she was so happy when she thought nothing was wrong with her anymore. She thought her powers made her a call, but I love mine. When I was four, it was so much fun. A week before school started though, my parents told me I couldn't let anyone know about my powers. During kindergarten though, I disobeyed them a lot when people picked on a kid in my class. Only one person recognized my voice in their head.
That kid called me a witch, though, the tracker never understood why. After that, I stopped talking, so no one would be able to recognize it as my own voice.
When I was seven, I learned how to shift atoms, though I had no idea what I was doing at the time. I would make things appear out of nowhere just by thinking what I wanted. My parents said that my aunt has the power to do that too and when I learned how to make bus in the house so what I wanted, they said that my uncle could do the same. I could also control the elements, and we found that out when I started playing with fire in the literal sense. Turns out, my cousin could do that.
By the time I was eight, most of my family called me the princess of powers. That's when I learned how to make myself lighter than air, or heavier than a car. Flying was fun, I could do that with this power. I called it weight shifting. I don't even know how I learned to control that, but my powers were coming in at an alarming rate. I still kept most of them both though.
Ten years old brought on a new power, the one that my father had, strength like that of a super hero. I had so much fun rearranging my room that week. I changed where everything was, and me it the way I wanted it. My parents found out about that power when they saw how my room was the next day. That was also the year Allison was born, and she was my little sister
My real power, the one that only I had, came in when I turned fifteen. It was the summer after freshman year and they had taught us about cells and cell multiplication. I remember seeing a bug, and thinking about what is blood cells would look like if they started duplicating at a faster pace. I was so focused on that, I didn't notice when the bug stopped moving. After a moment though, I stopped and went over to it, thinking of making it go outside, only to see that it wasn't alive anymore. I remember being so scared when I saw how much blood was there, until I started remembering what I had just thought about.
I concentrated on the bugs blood again and then the cells multiplying, but I watched as the blood started growing again. That was a day I wished to forget for most of the summer, but it did get pushed to the back of my brain eventually. Sophomore year came soon enough, and that was the year that my story really began. Before you ask, no, I did not get anymore powers, thank goodness for that. My parents were starting to lose their sanity trying to teach me how to hide my powers. My sister had telepathy, and that was it. We were all so relived she didn't have anything else.
I taught her how to use her powers, and how to hide them, since our parents wanted us to do that. Ally was like me, she loved her powers and didn't like using them. By five, she was great with her powers, though, they hadn't gone out of control yet, like mine did when I turned fourteen. Anyways, back to the story, so there was a lot of strange things that lead up to the strangest of all, but I'm getting ahead of ahead of myself. Let's start with the first day of school of tenth grade.