Im not a great person
im not a bad person
im me
september third 2012
why does everyone look at me in the halls? Seriously im getting these really fucked up vibes. Is it because I wear sunglasses inside? No im blind, I have a reason too. Hmmmm whats this guy lookin at? Laughing eh?
At that moment saigon flicked his hand twords the boy causing the locker to fly open and slam against his face.
My name is saigon, and I bend elements, every one to be exact! Huh maybe thats why im weird. Im also blind as a bat. I can see threw my sense of feeling into vibrations.
RING RING RING
AHHH! MAKE IT STOP! I was right next to the bell when it went off sending me into a frenzy, the loud ringing defins my ears while the vibration spreads like wildfire, making it hard for me to sence my suroundings. When it stopped ringing I stood up and walked towards the door to go outside, considering it was recess.
Once I stepped through the double doors I headed straight to the playground, with the heavy vibrations and cold waether I assumed it was winter. First step onto the playground and I hear a voice directed twords me. "hey! Look! Its brail!" after I heard that voice, what sounded like a gunshot went off. Of course it wasnt a gun, it was a typical switchblade knife. "get him!" as he sounded off I could feel him coming twords me. I turned around and raised my hands above my head causing a small wave of snow about my height (5 foot 9") to raise in front of their eyes. Then with my hands raised I clenched all my knucles down slowly, finger by finger, until I had a fist, creating snowballs. then with the twist of my hands they turned to ice. After turning to ice I lowerd my hands to the sides of my head and shoved them forward, causing a bombardment of ice to fly into the thugs face. I could then feel a heavy slam from about 10 feet away, it was the thug hitting the ground. With a smile on my face I turned around, back to the playground and took out my zippo. After recovering the vintage lighter I popped it open and pushed down on the wheal causing the wick to burst into flames, after I had my small dosage of fire I took the unocupied left hand and pulled the fire away from the lighter, pushing it into the air around me. Once I had done that I clicked the zippo shut and stuffed it into my pocket. Now with my right hand I spread the fire around me creating a heat sheild, considering I didnt have a coat, I had my own little sourse of warmth. A sence of warmth. Warmth, hot coco by an open fireplace, or sleeping in on a saturday morning mmmm. SHLICK! The sound of my skin tearing open from a sharp object doesnt sound to pretty. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I sounded outloud. "got ya!" that little bastard. I pulled out the knife and turned around, throwing the knife I reached my hand out wards towards his throat and tensed my hand, closing his windpipe, shut. "ACK!" he sounded out. As I calmy walked around him in a circle I started to say " you know why I can choke you out touching you? Over 80 percent of the human body is made of water, allowing me to move your muscles to my whim." I untenced my hand allowing the muscles in his throat to seperate.