I woke up to the sun shining brightly into my room. With a groan, I rolled out of my bed despite of the freezing cold air. I lived in a rundown apartment that has been deserted for years because I didn't really have anywhere else to go. I was always on the move: didn't really have any family or friends, so I was pretty much on my own. I didn't remember much of my past, but it didn't bother me.

I walked over to the small box in the corner that had some clothes in it. I had been working some random small jobs all over New York City, just so I could buy the necessities. I threw on some denim shorts, my rundown yellow converse looking shoes, and a blank, grey V-neck t-shirt. I grabbed my shampoo and conditioner and washed my hair by a nearby hose. Yeah, I almost lived the hobo life, but so far I hadn't had any accidents so I found my resources around town. It didn't bother me; the Earth is my home, and I don't care too much for luxuries.

You're probably wondering what I meant by 'accidents.' I'm not like everyone else. I was told I had some quirky habits, that I didn't think were too weird, and I have these abilities; it's a curse really. I can control fire, water, and earth; and when I say control, I don't mean control. Water is kind of the only one of my powers I can control, but no one is really afraid of water; it can't do that much damage anyway. I'm learning to control my geokinetic powers but they are still a bit iffy. I'm really concerned about my fire abilities, though. I have caused so many fire related disasters in my past.

I find it is too hard to try to control it. I've hurt and killed so many people thanks to my so called powers. Forest fires, earthquakes, landslides, buildings going up in flames: you name it. That's why I am always running, and why I have to keep myself cold all the time, otherwise, I burst out into flames. In the words of Elsa, conceal, don't feel; that is literally what I have to do in order to keep my abilities somewhat in control. I was basically just a robot, hiding my feelings and personality; I don't want to hurt anyone ever again.

After I was done washing my hair, I headed back to my 'house.' I reached for my brush to brush through my long, straight, brown hair, which had now dried thanks to my powers. I looked into my small, cracked mirror. I could see my eyes were still their normal aqua blue color. Good, I thought. I was still under control, for now. I looked at my old fashioned clock in the corner of my room: 8:35. I finished getting ready, grabbed my pathetic skateboard, and skated down to the center of New York City.

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I was sweeping the back hallway by one of the meeting rooms. I came here almost every day for volunteer work, but some of the employees would give me a couple of dollars, knowing about my current living conditions. I looked over at Lindsey, who was mumbling to herself as she was cleaning out the conference room. "Remind me again why we have to do this?" she asked.

"Because I'm volunteering, and your parents made you get a job over the summer." I said back to her with a smile. I enjoyed the company; can't stay completely isolated without going completely insane.

Lindsey was a couple years younger than me and still was in high school. We would have conversations a lot if we were sweeping the same area. "And that's why I don't get. You're really smart. Why are you sweeping up floors just for fun? I know you're like a volunteer junkie, but why?" she said asked.

Her question caught me off guard, but I still answered her. "Because no one would hire a girl who didn't even go to high school." It was true. I always had to leave from place to place, didn't even have any parents to help me with actually going to school. Who has time to go to school if you are constantly running from yourself? Not that I remember much from the past several years, anyway. So many bad things have happened with me losing control; I guess I just forgot a lot of my past. I think it's called PTSD, which I'm a little glad I don't have to remember all of the horrible things I have done.

"But I've seen you." I looked at her with a puzzled look when she said this. "Helping with the other employees I mean. You're smart enough to have, like, a college degree or something. When it comes to math and science, you're a genius!" she said.

I thought about it for a minute and smiled at her for the compliment. You know, she was right. "Yeah I guess, but for now I'm happy with doing what I'm doing. Plus, I don't have the money to go to college." I responded.

She kind of shrugged it off and we continued cleaning a bit for another ten minutes. It was nice talking to Lindsey. Sure we weren't best friends and all, but she was kind of the friend you had as a child that was always there for you with moral support.

After what seemed like forever, Lindsey broke the silence between us. "You know," she started. "It's so boring here doing the same thing over and over. I wish something, like, exciting would happen, you know?"

"Oh don't worry."

Wait, those words didn't come out of my mouth. We turned around to see a tall man with black hair that was sleeked back and he wore black, green, and gold with a scepter in his hand. I looked back at Lindsey, but she was frozen in fear. Why was she so afraid? Sure, people came back here all the time, but we could usually handle them. If they looked dangerous, she would probably run, but we hadn't crossed that bridge yet. So why was she so scared she couldn't move? "Today will be full of excitement." he said smirking.