´´Let`s talk about your Gift,``my Dad told me.
I sat in the chair in front of my Dad´s desk. My Gift everytime I heard those words my heart skipped a beat.
´´What about my .....my Gift?``I asked him
´´Toby....Tobias there`s have been just too many accident,``he answered.
Accidents that`s what my Dad calls every time my Gift(that`s what my Dad calls my power but i call it my curse)got got out of control and caused some sort of trouble.
´´What you did the day before was the last straw,`` He informed me.
´´Dad she was pissing me off-.``
´´You froze the assistant principal !``
´´They got her unfrozen!``I yelled back.
My Dad said in a more calmed voice,´´I dont care how they unfroze he, the problem is that you let your pro...Gift get out of control.....I forgo ask you why you were with the assistant principal?``
´´Henry and Me were having a spit contest when I hit my teacher with the spit, she send me to the office were the assistant principal told how it´s not good to throw spit at people; man she tells that to everyone, so the next thing I known she .......,`` I couldn`t bring myself to to say the word that had scarred my me.
´´You need to control your gift,``he began to say but i interrupted him,´´I know, I know, I´ll control it I promise.``
´´No, your always promising the same thing, but now i have taken matters into my own hands, and I decided to send you to a place that will help you control your Gift, Yewbeam, a good place of mine recommended it,``He told me.
´´What`s the place called?``I asked.
´´His Newphew goes there its called: Bloor`s Academy.``