Hey guys! This is my first fanfic, so please don't judge me to harshly. Anyway, enjoy the story!
Okay, let's just say I'm not normal. I have ADD and dyslexia, I'm failing school, and my mom left me when I was 1. I never really saw her, and there aren't any pictures in our house of her, so that helps. My dad said she was a nice lady, but was "too powerful for him?" What the heck does that even mean? I mean, really. But by now you're probably wondering what really is not normal about me. I can control... snow. Not like, make snowballs and magically throw them anywhere I want, I can control it. It's sort of scary. This one time, in second grade, a kid at my school was bullying me during recess, telling me I'm such an idiot. I got so angry, I just built up all my anger inside of me, and - boom - a snowball came flying at him from nowhere! Then more, and more, until there were dozens just flying in the air. It. was. AWESOME. But, not to the teachers. Unfortunately, Charlie (I think that was his name, I don't even care, it was so long ago), just had to run off to the principal and tell her. Well, I got in BIG trouble.
"Listen, Kate," She had said. "It's not nice to throw snowballs at people. OK?"
I jutted in. "But I didn't throw them! They just-"
"I don't want to hear your stories! Say sorry to Charlie."
I looked at him square in the eye, and said in the most unemotional voice, "I'm sorry Charlie." He just stood there with a stupid little grin on his face and walked out of the room. Fast forward to third grade. It hadn't snowed and it was December 24th. The day before Christmas. The weather forecast predicted temperatures in the 40's, no snow at all! I was so upset, I ran up to my room. I thought as hard as I could about snow, focused on nothing but snow, staring blankly at the sun. Stupid sky, I thought. Just snow, for me? Suddenly, a bunch of grey clouds came rumbling in before I could even blink, and a downpour of snow came. I know what you're thinking. Just a coincidence? Yeah, me too. I had thought that the other year, in second grade. But in fifth grade, that was the day I realized - these weren't coincidences. They were happening for a reason. Here I am, just sitting in my classroom like usual. The teacher's reading a story, but I totally zone out and just stare out the window. It's snowing, and I would much rather be outside than there. I start thinking about snow again, about how each snowflake has its own design, how you should never eat the yellow snow (you only do that once), and the more I thought about snow, a little cloud appeared above me. Oblivious to me, everyone was staring, and I didn't notice until snowflakes fell before my eyes. I looked above me, and there was a cloud about the size of a pancake sprinkling snow everywhere. Everyone was just gaping at me, and I blushed. The teacher called it "practical joking" and here I am in a boarding school. Sixth grade, and still things aren't better.
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