Chronicles of a Weather-Inclined Superheroine
Storm
The roof of the gymnasium is flat, perfect for what I need.
The other students cower, beaten down into quivering pieces of flesh and bone and blood from this mighty thing.
On the ground, in my home, I would stand on the tops of trees and bare hillocks, pulling down as much of a storm as I could. Here, in this floating Laputa, I am not beneath a storm, seeing only what it chooses to drop.
I am inside it, breathing in each and every crack of lightning and thunder, every raindrop singing in my blood.
My sweatshirt lies in a forgotten puddle by my feet, burned half-away from the first crunch and spark of the lightning that zaps through my fingers and hair like cloth-of-gold.
Thunder rumbles, and I feel it in my ears, my breastbone, the tips of my fingers and toes.
The teachers are outside now, telling me to come down. Principal Powers' is the only one not yelling. I think she understands why I have to be out here, in this storm of storms. Coach Boomer is trying to get close to me, but I crackle lightning at him, and he leaps back, baseball cap blown away by winds.
I spin, pulling rain and wind and lightning into a cyclone that eats away at the concrete beneath my feet and I can hear every zing of lightning, every patter of a raindrop, every booming drum roll of thunder.
I am the storm.
I laugh, and open my arms to myself.
A/N: Okay, I really like this chapter.I don't know why, but it's one of my favorites.
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