This is pretty much a brief history of Hayley. Don't worry,
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At first, I didn't mind the moving to a different state, to a town where I'm sure no one has ever heard of. But then it started to get to me about why we were moving, my sister and I. It was mainly because of what we were, and I couldn't blame her. Our whole line of women ancestry had the same problem. We both had telekinesis "powers" but more specifically, I was a pyrokinetic and my sister was a "regular" telekinetic, or so my mother would say. I couldn't find one thing normal about either one of us, and I would find it difficult to find someone more bizarre then us.
Still, that doesn't explain about why we're moving to nowheresville. Our parents had died when I was only thirteen, my sister twenty. It was one of those memories that I couldn't let go of, and it just stuck with me until I finally let it out... the wrong way. For almost eleven years, I've been trying to control my "gift" and keep it on the down low, but all of that went to waste after what happened. It was horrible. So maybe that was why we were moving to nowheresville Forks, Washington. I still didn't see why burning down my school was a good enough reason to leave. No one knew it was me, and no one got hurt... maybe just a few burns, but no one died. My sister, Eliza, would say that was the kind of thinking that could get someone killed. So know, we're in a car, on our way to Forks.
How exciting.
I swear that all I see is trees, trees, and more trees. Also the rain that seems to come and go and the gloomy clouds that lay high up in the sky. It seems like a horrible place to live, but Eliza said it was perfect. Nothing would be perfect once I stepped into the picture. It would probably end up in ashes or the burn section in the hospital. I laughed at my own thought, and then Eliza looked at me like I was crazy. Maybe I was, but that didn't change anything.
"Are we there yet?" I asked impatiently, squirming in the seat trying to be comfortable. It was a little bit hard considering the fact that I was abnormally tall for a girl, standing at a good five feet and eleven inches. But it wouldn't have bothered me if I was at least graceful to be this tall or good at sports. I was terrible at sports, except for maybe soccer, but then I had my days for when I was good.
"We're almost there." she said not looking at me once, keeping her eyes on the road. The only thing my sister and I had in common was our hair and eyes. We both had our mother's dark red hair and green eyes. Eliza was much short then I was, and she was beautiful. I wasn't that bad looking, but no one ever took the time to notice. I was just a tall person there, who maybe someone would take a few looks only to stare at how tall I was. Of course, I would then stare them down and say why were they staring at me.
We finally pulled into a small driveway, where in front of us, was a small cabin. It was actually cute, but it looked way to small for two people. And I was right. We walked inside where everything was literally connected. The kitchen, the living room, and the dining room. There was only one room, and I ended up taking the couch. The bathroom was okay, considering the fact that only one person could use it at a time, and I mean literally only one person. Other then that, the place was cozy and nice.
After having moved everything inside and we got settled, we talked about the school I was going to and where Eliza was going to work.
"Okay, so your going to the local high school, Forks High School." she said grabbing all my papers and transcripts. I was amazed it didn't burn down with the school.
"And where are you going to work?" I asked.
"In the hospital. And Hayley, please don't do anything stupid." my sister pleaded. Of course my sister would work in a hospital though. She was a nurse studying to become a doctor. But not, that may be a little hard considering I wouldn't know what school she would go to to study.
"Am I going to have to dress normally for the first few days?" I said in one loud sigh. Eliza looked at me with serious eyes.
"Yes, because I want people to think that you were normal and that you could actually make some friends." that wasn't true. I had friends. Maybe not the best kind, but they were still friends. The way I dressed, however, was a different story. I loved to stand out, and so that would result in me dressing very "out there" I guess you could say. It was even worse considering my hair color, and that a lot of things never blended well together.
"Fine, but only for the first week." After we had settled that, we went to bed.
I had dream, where it reminded me of what happened back home. I remembered the reasons and why I had even done what I did. That was when I realized that someone did see me – well actually a few someones. I was walking down the hall, and a couple of these stupid jocks came up to me and starting making fun of me. They told me that I dressed like a clown, and then they said something about my mother. That was something they NEVER should have mentioned.
"I heard your mother was a freak!" one of them said. That was what stopped me dead in my tracks, my fury building up. No one even thought of mentioning my parents around me. They were smart not to.
"Yeah. I heard she was a witch." The way they said it was as if a witch was this terrible being that came in during the middle of the night and ate all the little children.
"The witch bitch." The big one said. That was it. I was going to roast them alive. I turned around and faced them. It was a good thing that I was tall, because then in a way, I as a good match for them. Except that I couldn't fight, but I did have something on my side, and I was going to use it. I grabbed one of them and pushed them against the wall.
"Take that back!" I demanded. I could feel the fire building inside me. I was half trying to keep it inside, but the other half wanted me to let it out.
"Or what? You gonna say some magical spell on me?" They laughed. This was the wrong time to laugh.
"No this." And I set his shirt on fire. You should have seen their faces. It was hilarious.
"You crazy bitch!!" He did the whole stop, drop, and roll thing that you were supposed to do when you were on fire. He had burns that was going to stay for the entirety of his life. Of course, I didn't think that that was the end of my little fire show. The thing was, once I let it out, it was very hard trying to get it back in. This was the point where I told them to run, and of course the listened. My dream was very faint from that point on. I didn't need a reminder of what happened next though. The whole school was on fire, and it was all my fault. I opened my eyes to a small crack of light that seeped through the window. It was actually a little sunny out.
It was six o' clock., it was morning, and it was Monday.